Narration
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The cold winds, it blows mercilessly.
My hands are freezing,
but my heart is warm & fuzzy.
I glanced over politely to the gentle looking grandma seated on my right. Even the deep lines on her face appear as gentle as they can be.
Underneath her red dyed hair, I saw the white strands peering at me. While she used her hand to smooth out the crumpled trendy pant, I saw the years of wisdom accumulated on her hands.
We spent our entire childhood trying to grow up (or older). We overdo by dressing up more mature than our true age. Then, as age catches up on us, we tried to evade our fear of growing old.
Why? Why do we always want what we can't have?
I just need nothing but true health & happiness, for my loved ones & yours truly.
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