Sunday, November 18, 2012

A Prophetic Onion

I was chopping up a beautiful white onion this morning to spice our omelets with and to throw in the crock pot later on.

It was a potent little fellow and tears were plentiful.

When finished, I went into the bathroom to rinse off my hands, and glanced in the mirror.

The tears on my face accentuated my age. I saw plainly the bags under my eyes, and the wrinkles.

Life is relentless when it comes to reminding us.

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