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I relish opening my arms to time

I'm well aware I have passed my “best before date,” though I'm not exactly certain when that happened.

I still, with surprising frequency, wander around feeling unchanged from my 20-something self. But when I least expect it, my reflection in a mirror or window changes all that.

When I glance at the current version of myself, I'm surprised—not in a birthday party kind of way, where those I love jump out from behind the sofa, but more of a someone broke an inflated balloon behind me kind of way.

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