The mirror tells me time has run amok. This wrinkled and gray-haired person can’t be me.
My spirit revolts, but has no words. It plays its game nevertheless.
Birth certificates are dated in the future.
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Friday Faithfuls and Weekend Writing Prompt
Reena Saxena 
So true. ‘Time moves from calendars to skin and hair.’
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Thank you, Indira!
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Most welcome, dear.
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*applause!*
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Thanks 🙏🙏
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*hug*
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Well done reality, Reena.
Sometimes the mirror is shocking.
The first verse of Dream On (Aerosmith):
“Every time that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
Oh, it went by like dusk to dawn
Isn’t that the way?”
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The camera can be more cruel than a mirror at times.
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Oh yes. That’s what filters are for. 🙂
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😀😀
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Oh, yes! I can relate! Good one, Reena!
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Thank you, Franci!
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You’re welcome.
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I am surprised when I look in the mirror and see an old(er) woman looking back at me.
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All of us do. Time moves from calendars to skin and hair.
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Darn time measures ought to be recalibrated as we age. 😉
Fine write!
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Thank you, Susan!
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Oh yes! I ditto that Reena!! Great write! 👵🏼
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Thank you ☺️
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Welcome my friend! 😃
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This made me smile, thanks for that, Reena.
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☺️☺️
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