Lines of wisdom descend from the corner of my eyes to my temples, new gray strands extend from my roots, highlighting a maturing face, and I am content to see my father’s eyes, my mother’s slender jawline, and other family echos, inherited traits that combine to make this one unique and imperfect face, wrinkled, seasoned, wearing a sketch ofContinue reading “Reflection”
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