Faces.
They tell a history.

Yet so many times in our fast paced muted life we move past people so quickly that we never look deeply to see what their face is screaming in silence to share. Our fast forward lives never allow us the mere enjoyment of staring soulfully into anothers soul through the lens of wrinkle, wink or smile.

When is the last time I looked at my face? What does my face want to say to me? What history is being ignored, displaced or passed by? Is it possible to live with oneself and never learn from oneself?

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