An old women
A daunting, aged face fell into my gaze. Her head blanketed with a scarf , wrapped tightly,attempting to hide the poorly kept secret of her many years. Withering eyes g
lared down at me, creating a feeling of unease, but I could not help staring. This piercing scowl was too intriguing. The creases spanned out across her forehead, like unfortunate cracks through a poorly constructed piece of pottery. Her dark eyes still intensely scrutinizing mine, brimming with the wisdom of her copious years. Heavy circles fell beneath her eyes, as ample proof of how decrepit she had become. Further conveying the longevity of her life, a voluminous nose jutted from her seasoned face. Her cheeks sagged, like heavy curtains gripping to their rod, and lips curled greedily around a fresh cigarette. Her feeble and frail figure had undoubtedly spent long, tiresome years undertaking grueling labor. She slowly rose from her chair and weakly shuffled towards me. This exhausted, old women held some quintessential key. Unfathomably she knew some inevitable detail of my future.
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