There was a young man. He was wearing a grey wrinkled suit sitting on the bus stop. He was holding a picture frame, he rested his head on the frame and blinked. He saw cars moving vertically, and he wondered why can't truths be turned around so easily.
'She looked beautifully in this picture. ' a woman said.
The young man looked up and saw a woman in her mid ages. He could see two shallow creases below her cheeks, and a few next to her smiling eyes.
'Yes mam, she was beautiful. She had always been beautiful.'
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