Watching the elderly lady mystified me. I gazed plainely at the tender aging crinkles covering her skin also at her greying hair,. The folds on her face deepen. I want to smooth them out . Then she smailes that magifies the laughter lines in the area of her mouth. Stories from a packed existance are impressed over her face.

A male comes in the image. He towers in the rear behind the chait the old lady is sitting in , bends down and wraps his arms around her , kissing her locks. His hands are deeply veined and craggy but I sense the strength. I feel safe n his arms .

As I analyse the reflection of my partner's feachter, we look into each others eyes, suddenly I am so proud of my life.

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