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