Seeing the aged woman bewildered me. I personally gawped sincerely at the kind ageing crinkles covering her skin and her defalted lips,. The cannions on her brow grew deeper. I resist the tempation to try and smooth then away . Then she smailes that higlights some beatiful laugh lines about her eyes. Stories from a thorough natural life are impressed all over her.

A man enters the scene. He located at the rear of the woman's chair , leans down and embrasses her , kissing her hair. His arms are deeply furrowed and veined however I feel their strength. I feel safe n his arms .

As I analyze the mirror image of my husband's face, we look into each others eyes, suddenly I am so proud of my life.

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