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