The Beauty of Age

Beauty is so often synonymous with youth — new, fresh, alive.

We seldom look long at the aged. At the wrinkles. The lines. The age spots.

Unpleasant reminders of our own frailty.

If we could reframe our definition perhaps we would find grace even in old age.

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