Beholding the aging woman shocked me. I gazed sincerely at the gentle maturing winkles around her month and her defalted lips,. The cannions on her face compounded. I resist the desire to try and flaten them out . Then she smailes that amplifies her laughter lines about her eyes. Stories from a good natural life are marked all over her.

A haggered old man appears in
the scene. He towers at the rear of the ladis seat , lowers himself to her height and then puts his arms around her , caressing her hair. His arms are greatly veined and aged however I sense the might. I feel his tender skin .

Then I survey the mirror image of my lover's face, our eyes meet, and suddenly all the wrinkles seem unimportant.

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