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And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that
I would like to say to you but I don’t know how
–Oasis sings, and I look in the mirror in the car and see the face of a woman in her late ’40s in the color of Connemara. The Kombu green mountains and warm yellow grasses shine in front of me in the September sun. I go forward again on the sand and this moment is recorded in my eyes and on my cheeks.
So why should I worry that I have wrinkles? When they seem beautiful to me and I like my face full of freckles or maybe discoloration. The wind strokes a thin mouth. And the most beautiful turquoise in the world is poured into my soul. Even the seaweed turned an autumn color.
The sneakers sink into the sand, and I like that feeling. Although I know that it is only a moment and that all roads are winding and the eyes can be foggy. Nevertheless, I munch this moment like my favorite chocolate wafer.