Viewing the ancient woman amazed me. I personally gazed openly at the soft maturing lines of her chin and the way her body hunched. Wrinkles on her brow expand. I want to reach out to smooth them away . Suddenly her face transforms as she smiles that higlights some beatiful laugh lines about her eyes. The stories of a good life are printed caring experssion.

A old man comes into the arena. He remains behind of the picture , lowers himself to her height and then takes her in his arms , feeling her hair. His arms are profondly aged and wrinkled however I feel the strength. I feel a great sense of being loved .

Then I examine the mirror image of my great love's face, out grazes meet, and suddenly all the wrinkles seem unimportant.

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