A smile.

As I was strolling in the bookshop at Uxbridge, I came accross an old lady sitting by a bookshelf, waiting for some one. Her face was full of wrinkles., and seemed like she was waiting. I had enough time to look at her and give her a smile, before reaching the counter where I had to inquire something.

On my way back, I saw the lady with more wrinkles on her face, due to a warm smile that she was flashing at me. Her mischevious eyes also twinkled with her same smile.

A nice day indeed!

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