What I think I look like when i think of what i look like

I’ve known my swan friend William for 20 years, and have thousands upon thousands of photographs, all different, all wonderful. I’ve seen him in every light, always elegant, sometimes goofy, often distracted or disturbed or distressed, but always beautiful to me. And I began to wonder, “If I can show William at his very most lovable best, wouldn’t it be great to do that for myself?” The impromptu photos taken by someone else, have me critical of my hair, or wrinkles on my face, or angle of my chin or some such nonsense, and I know I shouldn’t care and I admit to my pocket of vanity but I always come away with the feeling, that’s not what I really look like (is it? lol). But I like this one.

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