A few days late posting, but here I am.
Lately, I've started treating myself like a fascinating stranger I'm trying to get to know. I've realized I actually hate sitting in bright rooms with overhead lighting. I love waking up at 5 in the morning when the world is pitch black and quiet. I have opinions I suppressed for too long to avoid conflict within the household. Meeting yourself at fifty is like finding an old friend you lost touch with - she's a little weathered, a lot wiser, and infinitely more interesting than she was at twenty-five. There...
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