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I can't believe it has been so long. Time has not moved, it has not passed. Nothing has changed. My hair is the same color, I don't have wrinkles (no signs of age at all). It is amazing, really, that just yesterday, I was writing Egypt, and now years have passed. It doesn't seem like that long ago. Now, I move forward, content to be alone, and perfectly happy. It is nice.



I wonder, though. What happened to make time stand still. Most women my age are "aged", gray hair, wrinkles. I still get carded for cigarettes. Not that I complain, I look like a teenager, yet I continue to grow older. I just wish sometimes that I could get one gray hair, just one.