The skin

Takes on a texture of crepe paper, veins criss cross like purple threads on a tapestry, indeed a well worn fabric, which has weathered many a storm, physical, emotional, psychological and ontological…remembering a youthful body more sun burnt than tanned, with elasticity that is long gone..

We celebrate the lines of life, wear them as our spiritual jewellery, with pride..


About dyoll09

Baby Boomer ex pat in azia for 10 years. Male. Now in Melbourne for chemotherapy.

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