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I’m changing. Again? Still? Who knows? But as I’ve grown older — I’ve gotten more in touch with who I really am — Real Ann. And I can feel the bits and pieces of Her when She morphs — sheds Her old skin — and Becomes.

I sold my motorcycle this week. Just a few short months ago — I would never even have considered A Life Without A Motorcycle. But now — I realize I may not replace it, even though selling the old to buy a newer…