Seeing the ancient hag bewildered me. I stare sincerely at the soft old winkles around her month an da the clumps of missign hair,. The wrinkles on her brow intesified. I want to reach out to smooth them away . Then she starts to grin that amplifies her laughter lines about her mouth. The trial of a wonderful complete natural life are marked over her face.

A haggered old man comes into the arena. He stands in the rear behind the womn , lowers himself to her height and puts his arms around her , touching her face. His arms are thickly furrowed and wrinkled but I can sense their power. I place my hands on his .

Then I analyze the image of my great love's eyes, he catches my eye, and then all feel right with the world.

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