Observing the aged hag bewildered me. I stare openly at the kind old crinkles on her face also at her greying hair,. The worry lines on her forehead get deeper. I want to reach out to smooth them away . Suddenly her whole face changes as begins to grin that accentuates the laugh lines in the area of her mouth. Adventures of a packed life are printed all over her face.

A old man comes into the picture. He located behind of the picture , lowers himself to her height and then wraps his arms around her , feeling her face. His arms are deeply aged and craggy however I can sense their strength. I place my hands on his .

As I analyze the relexion of my lover's experssion, out grazes meet, suddenly I am so proud of my life.

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