a woman reading, submitting to the god within, whilst all systems and frameworks, sunken and gone spark survival glimpses from fragmented texts, like burning embers cast from nowhere, on irrational winds, fuelled by pure oxygen...this parallel in itself so contrary, as to promote transitional winding journies through intropective aftermath waves into perpetual dawns unto outrospective hope.
Mid fifties, married thirty years. My husband has sweetly asked me to try to outlive him, because he doesn't want to face life alone.
His odds are pretty good. Both our mothers (still living!) outlived our fathers. And our grandmothers...
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kimb0 says,
a woman reading, submitting to the god within, whilst all systems and frameworks, sunken and gone spark survival glimpses from fragmented texts, like burning embers cast from nowhere, on irrational winds, fuelled by pure oxygen...this parallel in itself so contrary, as to promote transitional winding journies through intropective aftermath waves into perpetual dawns unto outrospective hope.