I see you, the man before me.
The smile culminating in a fan of wrinkles around each eye.
Beautiful you are to me.
I see the indented fortress of your face.
That which I love to hold in my hands.
I see your smile and the miles behind it filled with future.
Thank you for your smile and thank you for mine.
I love thanks to you and see me.
I see all that is in front of us in our looking glass.
All that can be, all that shall be.
Thank you for me.
Just a few of my lovely felted purses
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