Beholding the aged ladie startles me. I stare plainely at the gentle aging crinkles on her face and at the way she covered up the missing hair,. The laguhter lines on her forehead get deeper. I resist the desire to try and flaten them out . Then she begins to grin that shows up all the sweetlines from laughter around her cheeks. The stories from a packed natural life are ipressed all over her face.

A haggered old man appears in
the scene. He stay at the rear of the ladies chair , leans down and embrasses her , feeling her ear. His hands are deeply aged and veined but I can sense their force. I feel his tender skin .

I study the image of my husband's feachter, our eyes meet, and I see something beautiful.

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