Old faces do not lie.
Inadvertently, they let slip your favoured expression- sunbeams radiating from the corners of your eyes, a frown etched like flame upon your brow, or a heavy scowl that has frayed the corners of your mouth permanently.
Old faces are frank.
They put on exhibit the earth seeped through your skin by walking in the sun, the bags under your eyes filled with unspent sleep and the conversations with your whisky glass.
Old faces are frank.
They put on exhibit the earth seeped through your skin by walking in the sun, the bags under your eyes filled with unspent sleep and the conversations with your whisky glass.
Old faces are naive.
They do not have firm jawlines to hem in secrets. They don't have shiny eyes to blind the truth. They don't have cascading hair for veils.
Old faces are honest.
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