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It’s not the laugh lines that necessarily reveal my age. I simply love newspapers. Delicious ink mixed with sunscreen, each page-turn leaving black smudge marks on my legs as I stare at the ocean. I wrestle heroically with the paper, expertly folding pages as I struggle to prevail against the elements. I cling to this yearslong ritual, picking up coffee and absorbing the good, the bad, the world in print. “Why don’t you just read the news online?” some ask. “I love my newspapers, magazines and my smudge tattoos," I say. My neck is a topic for another time.