I have read the terms and conditions for growing up and I do not agree.
As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning.
And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows!
Napping is divine, but I no longer have all the time in the world.
For youth, sexual love is whim; for the aged, luxury.
I grow old … I grow old …I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
It is only the rooms of the present I wish to inhabit.
As we get older, it matters less where you are and more who you’re with.
At twenty-four she imagined with dread that she was growing old.
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