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Dec. 1st, 2009 05:05 pmAm currently at the local Neapolitan pizza restaurant, eating a late lunch alone. (I love eating out, alone, with a book.).
Across from me is a woman also eating alone. Long silver hair, glasses, friendly face. Reading a book. Pleasant to the waitstaff, keeping to herself.
I can't shake the feeling that I'm looking at myself, thirty years from now.
If that's my future, it makes me feel hopeful. And happy.
Across from me is a woman also eating alone. Long silver hair, glasses, friendly face. Reading a book. Pleasant to the waitstaff, keeping to herself.
I can't shake the feeling that I'm looking at myself, thirty years from now.
If that's my future, it makes me feel hopeful. And happy.