My right eyelid droops, always has. Have a nice dent in the left corner of my mouth from where I was bitten by a dog. Age is making it deeper. Lots of silver hair coming in these days. Scars run up and down my legs from various accidents involving barbed wire, a chainsaw and a few motorcycle wrecks. I’m no model but still have a pretty rocking bod for someone my age. It moves me from point A to point B with good speed.
The best part is what is happening on the inside. I am as strong as fuck. My imagination is big and my heart is even bigger. I’ve got a few hard edges but that's ok. Deep inside, I am refined... but more often than not, the girl who grew up hand-fishing in the lagoons and backwoods waterways with a can of skoal in her hip pocket wins out. I adore swearing and enjoy my character defects probably more than I should. If you do right by me, I am the woman who will ride shotgun with you through the heavy rounds of artillery. And if you're not careful, I'll haunt you in your sleep.
And here I find myself.
I still have some moves. I’m not done yet. Where I am headed, I haven’t a clue. Like my dad said, be curious about it, hold it loosely and let the future come.
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