Observing the old lady shocked me. I stared honestly at the kind ageing winkles around her month and at the way she covered up the missing hair,. The worry lines on her brow grew deeper. I crave to touch her face and flatten the wrinkles . Suddenly her face transforms as she smiles that magifies the laughter lines about her lips. The stories of a thorough lifetime are carved all over her features.

A male enters the picture. He is positioned at the rear of the ladis seat , bends down and then puts his arms around her , touching her locks. His arms are thickly furrowed and wrinkled however I can feel the power. I feel a great sense of being loved .

As I examine the relexion of my great love's experssion, we look into each others eyes, and I see something beautiful.

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