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…e, no matter how I try to distract it. So, instead of seeing beauty in the roses, I weep over them. Then I worry that this ache in my back, that pain in my knee, this weird spot on my hand, is laughing at the idea that I have fifteen years left, or even five. And the clouds get darker, and I find fault with my partner, refuse to share in his joy that his fo…
Janice Macdonald
Adrienne Beaumont
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I’m Australian. I love to travel and write about my adventures.I write about my daily life as a mother and grandmother as well as my past experiences.
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