As I watched the woman crouch down, I could see she was as ancient as the universe. “How long have you been standing there?” I wondered as I caught the eye of the crumpled old lady. It was clear from her stare that she knew exactly what I had done. She had rich indigo velvet, folded carefully to frame the face. Her cracked lips furled around her gums where teeth once stood. I could see her keen eyes, alight with mischievous youth.
As I looked into her eyes there were deep channels of time, etched into a wizened surface.
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