August 16th, 2011 → 6:45 am @ // No Comments

“Nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence.” – Sonnet XII

I woke up this morning and saw in the mirror as I washed my face two deep lines running along the sides of my mouth.  Smile lines, or frown lines or what have you.  It made me pause and realize that I am aging; that I may be heading down the other half of the hill at this point.  Ach, it gives me a shiver to think about!

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