She was seated in the rocking chair. Held her hands in her lap, as if she was hiding them under unfinished lacework. White crocks almost matched black rolled down socks. Wide denim dress with straps barely covered her knees. Crumpled handkerchief, the color of fresh grass, protruded from the chest pocket. She wore black knitted cardigan over long sleeved mustard yellow tshirt.
Gray broken hair that was once golden she kept tucked in red rock n roller's vintage kerchief. Skinny elongated face was pronounced by high set cheekbones. Lips looked as if coated with bright color of chrysanthemum. Clear sea colored eyes softened somewhat her withered appearance.
"It is hard to believe, I know, but I was once young, too", she said with the voice that could have belonged to male or female.
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