Incoherent ramblings about age.

[midnightjubilee]

Yesterday we went to the Amargosa Opera House, which is this beautiful little building that used to be a run down old theater, until a woman named Marta Becket broke down in Death Valley, stumbled upon it, and rented it the next day. She renamed it, renovated it, and spent six years painting an audience on the walls and ceiling. She was a one-woman

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[lookingforlo]

but what you see are the outer effects...there are a myriad of internal effects that are good and are indescribable...

[midnightjubilee]

I suppose so. It's just..sad, to me.

[midnightjubilee]

My great-grandmother is eighty-six and she builds stone walls and does all kinds of things. She's amazing, but she seems so delicate.
It really is like...a paradox?
She writes Christmas letters for the family that talk about her past, and how things used to be when she and her husband were younger. They're so nostalgic it's heartbreaking, but I don't think that's her intention at all.
People just amaze me.