Viewing the ancient dear amazed me. I gazed openly at the tender old winkles below her eyes an da the clumps of missign hair,. The wrinkles on her forehead intesified. I want to reach out to smooth them away . Then her face lights up as she smiles that magifies the laughter lines around her cheeks. The stories from a full life are printed over her face.

A male comes in the arena. He stay in the rear behind the womn , lowers himself to her height and then takes her in his arms , caressing her face. His hands are heavily wrinkled and veined however I can feel the force. I feel his tender skin .

I study the image of my lover's experssion, out grazes meet, and then I am happy.

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