(I was in Hong Kong and while visiting Cheung Chau Island, my eyes were drawn to the face of a seasoned fisher woman. Tan, strong and filled with wrinkled memories. Her eyes wide and the reflection of all she has seen. I can still see her in my mind’s eye – settled down on a plastic chair for the afternoon, smoking a cigarette with a beer in hand to keep her warm.) 
Deep lines on her face 

Sun-kissed, patterned and seasoned

Telling of old tales


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