...or musings of Universal She...
On the eve of her fortieth birthday, after fighting a relentless, losing battle with her wrinkles for the best part of her twenties -- and all of her thirties -- She tucked herself in bed with a sigh of relief, comforted by the notion that, at last, her age had finally caught up with her face.
Great!!
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See:
http://www.ucm.es/info/especulo/numero32/exbreve.html
PS: The forties is a good age
Thanks Lluís!
DeleteWhat an awesome link, I loved every single example in it. Looking forward to your future posts!
love it! we grow into ourselves, just like dogs grow into their paws.
ReplyDeleteThanks Erica! :)
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