I like photos of older people. I like their faces and their hands. I like their wrinkles. I like their stories. When the Passenger brought this photo home to me from Peru, I wanted to frame it and put it on the bookshelf. What are you thinking? I ask the woman in the photo. What kind of life have you led?
perfect. youth has nothing on beauty like this! I do this too...find myself staring at someone with chapters written on their brow and I wonder, what is your story? We all have one unlike any other!
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