My Sweetie has a bunch of hair and he is very handsome. There is all kinds of gorgeous here.
I like to live here where people mostly see the person and not the exterior.
My exterior is not what it used to be, but for some reason I have friends who seem to see the vibrant young and funny and carefree girl I was.
I like that the gift of seeing the beauty of age is somehow enabled by that darned chip in our neck that makes us villagers.
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It is better to laugh than to cry.
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