Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Wrinkle twinkle
He loved caressing her long, soft hair, her beautiful face. He wouldn't go tired of looking at her, his eyes shining. She felt the soft touch of warm fingertips on her forehead, and they didn't go anywhere. "What are you doing, my love?" She asked him. "I'm just helping smooth out your wrinkles, granny," he told her with a big smile.
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5 comments:
Time has left a mark in every one of us!!
Tito
That's men for you, always practical!
Now, that's a good point, Anji hahaha ;-)
lovely. I love a good helper.
Cas
A good helper indeed! (I have to admit, I'm just as good a helper when it comes to spotting gray hair so I think we're even haha)
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