Observing the old ladie startles me. I personally gawped honestly at the kind ageing crinkles on her face an da the clumps of missign hair,. The creases on her brow get deeper. I resist the desire to try and flaten them out . Then she begins to grin that accentuates the laugh lines about her mouth. The trial of a wonderful good natural life are printed caring experssion.

A old man comes in the arena. He slumps behind the ladies chair , leans down and wraps his arms around her , petting her face. His arms are thickly wrinkled and veined but I can feel the force. I feel a great sense of being loved .

Then I study the reflection of my lover's experssion, out grazes meet, And then all the wrinkles in the worl could bring me down.

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