A thought, about women.

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I do enjoy them.  Whether a visit, an hello, or watching them on the tube, one tube or another.  I don't think of them, mostly, as objects.  Oh, well, there are times.  And, there are times when that is all they are to themselves.  Fair enough.  No, generally, even if I was interested, I think of them as sisters.

I've been... having that on my mind since a recent visit.  More so, of course, when a woman is married, with children.  Then, almost completely, she is thought of as family.  Cousin, sister, niece, aunt, all in those areas.  It's not a safety feature, so much as a Catholic, Christian, thing.  I can, and would, and have, walked away from very pretty but wrong women.  Even since I have been living here.

It almost seems, too, though, as if... one of the women I consider a sister, has been by.  Several?  The music pops suggest so.  Someone digging, looking, thinking, remembering?  A girl, or two.  Girl?  A woman is never always a woman, even when she is all grown up.  The pleasure and pain of being human.  Anyway, I have been enjoying the music, and thoughts.

Hoping she is well.  And finds some joy in life.

Of course... sisters can be a little... fresh.  If there is more of a story to it too, than just the simple seeming results.  *pinch*

*wink*