As I watched the old woman crouch down the stairs, I was watching her face. I could see her sparkly eyes and I could also see wrinkles all over her face and she was wearing a lovely rich indigo velvet scarf. She had deep channels of time, etched into her wizened surface. Her keen eyes were alight with mischievous youth. She had crack lips furling around gums where teeth once stood.
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