Watching the worn down hag stunned me. I personally stare plainely at the soft maturing line of her chin and the way her body hunched,. The laguhter lines on her face compounded. I crave to touch her face and flatten the wrinkles . Suddenly her whole face changes as begins to grin that amplifies her laughter lines in the area of her mouth. The adventure of a exciting complete existance are written all over her.

A haggered old man comes into the image. He towers behind the chait the old lady is sitting in , lowers himself to her height and softly cuddles her , petting her skin. His arms are profondly craggy and aged but I sense their power. I am suddenly calm .

Then I analyse the relexion of my husband's eyes, he catches my eye, and then all feel right with the world.

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