Watching the elderly ladie mystified me. I personally stared plainely at the soft aging lines of her chin also at her greying hair. Wrinkles on her forehead grew deeper. I want to reach out to smooth them away . Suddenly her whole face changes as begins to grin that accentuates the laugh lines about her mouth. The stories of a packed lifetime are written over her face.

A man enters the image. He is positioned behind the women , leans down and takes her in his arms , kissing her ear. His hands are profondly craggy and wrinkled but I can feel their force. I place my hands on his .

I examine the image of my partner's feachter, he catches my eye, and I see something beautiful.

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