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| ~ Here, There, or Anywhere? ~ |  | 
I can't begin to go There.  
So I'll start Here.  
Meaning right In Here.  With me.   
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| ~ I'm so Post Minima now ~ | 
So let's just come out and say it.  
I mean sometimes I can just glide across the river of deNile like nobody's business.  Back and forth, back and forth.
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| ~ like it's tea time with the beautiful people ~ | 
Yeah, and I fit right in...
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| ~ Really? ~ | 
Nah, I don't think so.  And I don't want to really.  Yes, really.  But this aging thing is a bitch.  And no matter how feminist I (cl)aim to be, I can still go under over it.  
Just when I reconcile/ adjust/ surrender to the fact of one thing, another thing comes along.  And it is endless.  Well, hah, not quite.  It all ends when I do.  And that is sobering.  In a good way.  Like the power of negative thinking.  If you keep doing it to it's logical end, it becomes laughable in its petty ridiculousness.  
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| ~ the Lady Steps Back to Regroup ~ | 
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| ~ And the Lady Takes Charge ~ | 
...of what she can.  Like she's wearing the 
Petunia Dress made from a 
Tina Givens pattern,  Constellation Knee Socks from 
Sox Dreams, and very, very old navy suede boots from who knows where.
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| ~ ah, yes you can see them here ~ |