after a ‘certain’ age.
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This is the circle and really quite beautiful. When we embrace it, we can live life to the fullest. Consider rose hips tea. It is wonderful, magical, beautiful and the rose is still giving long after the decline of its youthful freshness. Not unlike the wise crone.
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oh how i love your comments, Gretchen. I was in a weird mood when i was editing. I think of all the ladies that live in Birmingham aging, but with botox. Soon, it will be evident just how poor i am, as i will age & they will not. But i do love my life & spend it with children, who don’t even think of me as a grown up, because i get into my art as much as they do. That is how i will NOT be the wise crone. ~amy
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Perhaps being as a child is your grooming for being the wise crone. Whatever grants you love and peace is beautiful. Children are our teachers if we allow them. Have a beautiful day.
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great shot and text 🙂 lol cute
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Thank you, Deb. I noticed it on my computer, but not while i was looking at it. Thanks! ~amy
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you’re welcome 🙂
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OK!
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