I realize that I promised you a story about how my girls and I used to slay dragons but something recently . . . we’ll say “sprouted up” . . . that completely took my breath away. And my attention.
More news on that later.
PS. Here’s a hint: It has nothing to do with dragons and EVERYTHING to do with the delicate signs of aging.
PPS. Funny how the word “delicate” can put a positive spin on anything.
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