“How long have you been standing there?” I wondered as I caught the eye of the crumpled old lady. When I stared at the old lady she had cracked lips furling around gums where teeth once stood. She had a rich indigo velvet scarf, folded carefully to frame her face. She had keen eyes alight with mischievous youth. There were deep channels of time, etched into her wizened surface.
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