I have written about growing old as far as physical manifestations go. Well, it all seems very magnified at the moment. Like my body is going through great pains to remind me in great detail that I am growing old; fast. When you live life on the egde consistently for a decade, you slip off every now and then. Each slip takes years off you.
The latest of my growing old pangs is: hair on my ear lobes.
You know the kind you see on 70-year olds, huge strands hanging off their ears. Young shoots have sprouted on mine.
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