‘The Fear of Growing Old Alone’

This morning as I was brushing my hair at my dressing table, my eye fell on the design on the embroidered table cloth. There was an earring on it and I imagined I saw a little face of a creature, trying to express itself and make itself visible. Transforming into a midwife, I assisted in the birth process. It was rather crumply looking and sad or terrified and this was the title I then decided on.

By hardus|2012-01-07T11:22:00+02:00January 7, 2012|alone, fear, Old age, sad|0 Comments

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