As I watched the woman crouch down, I could see she was as ancient as the universe. As I caught the eye of the crumpled old lady, I saw deep channels of time, etched into her wisened surface.
With cracked lips furling around gums where her teeth once stood, she attempted to eat an apple. I could see her rich indigo velvet folded carefully to frame her face, but just then I noticed her keen eyes alight with mischievous youth. Maybe she was not as ancient as I first thought.
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