I stand before the mirror, nothing there but me and truth. I am getting older, no denying. I examine my face closely. I see the sun damage from a youth spent under the sun. That's what we did when I was young, played...outside. Suntans were in. The only thing applied to the skin was what would make the tan darker, deeper, quicker. I see the lines on my face. But mine are not so much from worry or frowning. They are more obvious when I smile...around my eyes and the otherwise smooth plains of my cheeks. I guess I won't complain too much, if I've earned my lines from a life well spent.
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