A Quest for the Fountain of Truth

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I am of the melting age. The sliding years. The slipping times.

I am of the age where the skin on my face is beginning to sag and fold, my waist is thickening as my skin is thinning, and I know I need to move slowly and warm up before moving quickly.

The under years — those years when the targeted ads turn my attention to creams and garments meant to lift that which is falling.