"Face in the Mirror That Stares At Me Daily is not me - and yet it is me, but I won't have it, won't admit it. Pale, deflated, lined and aged. With swollen tear glands and sparse sparse growth of a beard. With individual straggling hairs that snow-white fall on my high forehead. Only his eyes betray me and him. Reveal to me that he I am."
As Solomon comes to face not only his own face but his long life, he decides to draw lessons from it. Although it may be a little late for himself, maybe he can do something for those who have remained with him. He wants to try anyway. For Elise. Arming himself with a ticket, some confidence, the good wishes of his doctor and his cane, he sets off on the journey.
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