Her face. It was the oldest one I think I have ever seen. She had silver grey hair tied neatly in a bun, but her face, it was etched with deep wrinkles, completely covered with blemishes, and had scattered age spots everywhere. And those sunken dark brown wide eyes, supported by swollen bags, were just glaring right at me. When Ilifted my hand to cover my eyes, so did she. Every move I made, she copied. It took me a few minutes to realize, this was my reflection…



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