denny-1's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sleeping beauty We cannot truly live until we have died. I watched a sleeping beauty today. She is old and tired, lying with grasping arms around a small stuffed kitty. She was once a beautiful woman, who danced to the tunes of the 40�s. Her hair dark, her skin once soft like the glass of a porcelain doll. She remains beautiful, her hair now white as soft clouds, her skin wrinkled with memories. Her eyes filled with a life. She knows who I am, yet is clouded by the day. She has become my life, my spirit, and my hero. I will miss her when she is gone. 3:33 p.m. - 2003-08-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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