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I seen myself at ninety. My hair was completely white, I didn't wear glasses anymore and there was a soft blush to my cheeks. I had been well cared for, my shoulder length hair was curled and there were no dark circles around my eyes, even my lashes and eyebrows were white and I was still thin. I was sitting in a chair just looking out.. I was alert. I looked nice. I've got to stop calling myself old... because i'm not there yet. :)

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Date: 2/18/2020 7:08:00 PM
we are only as old as we feel...we can't stop time... enjoyed the read! :)
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Catie Lindsey
Date: 2/19/2020 4:34:00 AM
Thank you, Sandra :-)
Date: 2/16/2020 12:31:00 PM
- No one can avoid getting older, Catie ... the most important thing is to enjoy life ... my mirror was better 25 years ago ... but, it doesn't matter :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Catie Lindsey
Date: 2/16/2020 2:28:00 PM
Yes, I know I am getting older, but when my hair turns white then I will know I have reached "old" age. Thanks, Anne-Lise. :-)
Date: 2/15/2020 8:31:00 PM
Age is just a number Catie. i enjoyed your humor:)
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Catie Lindsey
Date: 2/16/2020 5:45:00 AM
It was not meant to be humorous. It is true. Thanks, Daniel, for stopping by to read and comment. :-)

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