I am watching my mom grow into an ancient human, 86 and counting. She suffers and I suffer from her suffering. At her age and condition, one would say she is in the process of dying. The process of living through the process of dying means our bodies become more and more vibrantly beautiful under the process. All stages of life dictate a bodily response and I am now seeing the delicate beauty of my ancient mom. The skin is where the beauty is most manifest. Living ancient skin is mostly unused as the body shrinks and draws back, no longer needing the mass it once required. Ancients are not kinetic but have found life to be more of quietly waiting and waiting requires very little activity, their skin is left with mostly nothing to do.
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