Remember the softness inside the edges, the in-betweens where the fibers have torn – downy, animal wisps, lighter than air, drifting, coasting, alighting. You choose your self with every word you see.
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what is beautiful remains 
For me, one of the greatest joys of getting older is that it gets easier to chose who I am.