In this photo the text glances at itself as if uneasily, as if it were a middle-aged man confronting himself in the mirror, rubbing at stubble, pulling skin taut and letting it spring back into wrinkles and ruin, the eyes dark tarns into which long-cherished but increasingly inaccurate images of himself might tumble.
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In this photo the text glances at itself as if uneasily, as if it were a middle-aged man confronting himself in the mirror, rubbing at stubble, pulling skin taut and letting it spring back into wrinkles and ruin, the eyes dark tarns into which long-cherished but increasingly inaccurate images of himself might tumble.