Over the past few years, I have learned to fully hate pictures of myself. The old man that shows up in them pisses me off. Grey hair, wrinkles and fat. that cannot possibly be me.
Well, Lynnie took a picture of me that I do love. Maybe because of distance, it is harder to see the flaws. Maybe it was just a day I was happy. Maybe I was happy after visiting the waterfall. Who knows and who cares? I found a picture I don't hate.
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