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Wednesday, January 01, 2014

old

I want to grow old becoming the kind of old lady who sit at the back in pairs and put their powder white curls together, who take off their velvet slippers and wrap shawls around their shoulders, who whispers and giggles behind soft, freckled hands...

Or the kind who still paints her lips and cheeks and nails, who still puts on her best dress and favorite scarf, who still wears her diamonds and pearls and heels, who is always in her Sunday best.

But definitely the kind who is too affectionate, who go around kissing young girls' cheeks and palms, who spread joy and love and blessing.

//church on new year's eve sightings.

happy new year :)

1 comment:

  1. You're still very young to dream of being old. hahahaha : D

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