Beholding the aging dear mystified me. I stared openly at the tender aging winkles of her chin and the way her body hunched,. Wrinkles on her face deepen. I resist the tempation to try and smooth then away . Then she starts to grin that amplifies her laughter lines in the area of her eyes. The trial of a wonderful packed existance are impressed all over her features.

A male enters the scene. He remains in the rear behind the old lady , lowers himself to her height and then softly cuddles her , feeling her locks. His hands are profondly aged and veined however I sense their power. I feel safe n his arms .

Then I analyse the mirror image of my partner's feachter, he catches my eye, and then all feel right with the world.

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