"I've been coming here all my life and I'm 84 years old."
She flashes a thousand-watt smile.
Gorgeous.
Doesn't look a day over 60.
"Tell me, how do you keep your hair so pretty in
Wyoming? What's your secret?"
"Lots of tender loving care and good fortune."
"You are the sweetest thing."
(Can I make a living being the sweetest thing?)
Pause.
She looks me straight in the eyes, continuing to smile
beautifully, and tells me, "Be happy. You have a choice."
Simple.
Life is just that simple.
You have a choice.
I see you God.
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