95 is a comforting age - bless u N.M
as i examine the surface of my hand, i begin to notice the detail of the wrinkled skin on my knuckles, it’s scaly & takes on a form similar to that of parched dry land. gradually as it leads on; my skin develops tiny slashes barely visible, casting a pattern. the way these lines intertwine down to my wrist where my skin gradients into a much smoother and finer surface. and as the skin softens, more strands of hair become present. it continues.