Beautiful. That’s the keyword that word for me. A never so gorgeous mirror finally made me look what I really want to look like.
Looking into a mirror never had been better. Nothing had changed except for the lens. The lens made me look beautiful. Somehow I gathered the courage to open my eyes and change the lens. And yes, beautiful was the word that made it all work for me. Time can’t wait, but it can certainly help in going back into the past and collect the days gone by.
I changed my lens. I had turned beautiful. I turned old. I turned better. It was all the mystical past and the magic of the lens. I do not know whether I can keep them forever. But truly, I love looking through these set of lens.
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