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The fountain of youth
It was already very late in the evening. She sat in her bedroom in front of the dressing table, looked in the mirror and brushed her still long, but meanwhile white and fine hair. She had already grown very, very old. After her ninetieth birthday, she had stopped counting. She had survived her husband, who was her greatest love, and even her only child. Life hasn't been nice for her for a long time. Her body hurt and her soul became darker and darker. She already knew in the morning that this day would end differently than usual. She still had a date with an old, trusted friend she felt somehow. She wanted to look good for it. So she started putting on makeup. Not much, just a little. A little lipstick, mascara and powder. Just like old times. A lot sooner! And she wanted to smell good for her date. So she reached for the slim bottle with the small golden bow. She hadn't used it in decades. There wasn't much left in him, but it would be enough for tonight. She looked at herself again in the mirror before closing her eyes and perfuming herself with the scent. Gently the fragrant fog lay on them. And with her eyes still closed, a soft sigh of contentment came from her!
When she opened her eyes again, she looked at herself again in the mirror. She looked into another reflection. She wasn't old and frail anymore. She was young and beautiful again. Her skin was smooth, flawless and soft like a peach. The long, wavy hair was reddish brown, full and shiny in the most spicy colors of the Orient. The skin on her cleavage and collarbone was so smooth and even that it reflected the light through the slightly oily perfume she had just sprayed on. The lips were full and sensual and her face was perfect and angelic. Inside her she felt the passion and the hot fire of youth flowing. It flowed through her veins like spicy-warm and liquefied cinnamon. She felt the passion, strength and power of her self within herself. She was a desirable young woman full of unrestrained and unbridled energy. In her mind's eye, the torn and smoky scraps of her life joined together like resinous-sweet and vanilla petals and made her smile. She looked herself once again deep into the shining, amber eyes of her own and youthful self and smiled at herself deeply satisfied and very knowing!
Then she got up and walked slowly and without looking in the mirror again in the direction of her bed. Only once she turned around and looked at the now empty perfume bottle and thought in silence. "Youth is not easy. She's much, much more. It is heavy, rich and profound. And it consists of imperishable, timeless beauty." Then she sat down on her bed and smoothed the pillow and her nightgown again, lay down and turned off the light on her bedside table. She closed her eyes. She was very tired but happy when a voice deep inside her whispered softly in her ear: "Are you ready? Her date was there!..and she whispered back into the darkness before falling asleep with a gentle and peaceful smile: I'm ready, let's go my long-awaited friend,...I'm good for you now!
Fragrances are like souls of flowers; you can feel them even in the realm of shadows.
-Joseph Joubert-
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When she opened her eyes again, she looked at herself again in the mirror. She looked into another reflection. She wasn't old and frail anymore. She was young and beautiful again. Her skin was smooth, flawless and soft like a peach. The long, wavy hair was reddish brown, full and shiny in the most spicy colors of the Orient. The skin on her cleavage and collarbone was so smooth and even that it reflected the light through the slightly oily perfume she had just sprayed on. The lips were full and sensual and her face was perfect and angelic. Inside her she felt the passion and the hot fire of youth flowing. It flowed through her veins like spicy-warm and liquefied cinnamon. She felt the passion, strength and power of her self within herself. She was a desirable young woman full of unrestrained and unbridled energy. In her mind's eye, the torn and smoky scraps of her life joined together like resinous-sweet and vanilla petals and made her smile. She looked herself once again deep into the shining, amber eyes of her own and youthful self and smiled at herself deeply satisfied and very knowing!
Then she got up and walked slowly and without looking in the mirror again in the direction of her bed. Only once she turned around and looked at the now empty perfume bottle and thought in silence. "Youth is not easy. She's much, much more. It is heavy, rich and profound. And it consists of imperishable, timeless beauty." Then she sat down on her bed and smoothed the pillow and her nightgown again, lay down and turned off the light on her bedside table. She closed her eyes. She was very tired but happy when a voice deep inside her whispered softly in her ear: "Are you ready? Her date was there!..and she whispered back into the darkness before falling asleep with a gentle and peaceful smile: I'm ready, let's go my long-awaited friend,...I'm good for you now!
Fragrances are like souls of flowers; you can feel them even in the realm of shadows.
-Joseph Joubert-
<font color="#ffff00">-=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=- proudly presents
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