
Where Time Goes
They have not vanished without a trace.
Past years are written on your face.
They web your skin like finest lace,
its former smoothness to efface,
and write a story in its place.
The prompt today was replacement.

Where Time Goes
They have not vanished without a trace.
Past years are written on your face.
They web your skin like finest lace,
its former smoothness to efface,
and write a story in its place.
The prompt today was replacement.
yes….they do write a story….nice…
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Thanks, FH. We are indeed fortunate to be here to have those stories written upon us.
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very true….
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I really am having a hard time looking in the mirror these days, and seeing all the lines, even though I really am glad to be older now.
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I know, Carol. Some light is kinder than others!!
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A brand new image to embrace
To age in beauty and in grace.
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Beautiful!
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But her teeth look GREAT.
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I know, Marilyn. I was thinking the same thing. They look beautiful and real–not perfect, as in dentures. She always dresses to beat the band.. interestingly and artfully. And she’s looked the same age for the 16 years I’ve known her.
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beautiful
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“like finest lace” Inspired! I was noticing in the mirror yesterday the effects of time on my face, too. Now, when I think of the patient effort that constitutes fine lace, I can smile at those little lines.
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My children used to call my mother-in-law’s wrinkles feathers – feathers and lace – a nice way to look at the passage of time. Thanks for posting.
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Sweet kids!
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