Sexy at fifty-seven is skinny dipping under the light of a half-awakened moon. Bright enough to see my way safely down to the beach but dark enough my silhouette is not exposed. Not shy or unabashed, I simply walked to the shore, disrobed, and quickly tiptoed into the crisp waters of Lake Huron, hidden under… Continue reading Sexy at Fifty-Seven
An Amateur With Words. By a Girl Who Loves to Write.
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