...this year I grew my first grey hair...
...to not be pumping that DESTINY in/out of each ventricle of life is like the thrombosis of a vein, an eagle in a cage, or a koi out of water. My tenacity is weakening...my drive running low on oil. May I moult from this life and be more gallant in the Year of the Horse.
EMBRACE YOURSELF. SHARE LOVE.
FASHIONABLE KISSES,
