Tuck shop arm, she calls it: one of the many signs of the flabbiness of her aging, thirty-three year old body. The truth, though, is that even an old woman is girlish. She has not lost anything - I still see her youthfulness - she is like a tree, always adding new rings of growth to the sum of her existence, never losing what has come before.
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