Darkness turns its head away from light. The old lady walks daily past my window. She stops to say hello. Her face with deep wrinkles looks up at me. Tears in her eyes as she begins to speak. Memories flash in her mind as if she was 20 again. Her tattered multicolored dress flows in the warm breeze of the sunny day. She walks daily, reliving her youth in her mind as the tears return. Sunlight shines on her face, and her tears evaporate. A smile appears from the wrinkles that 90 years had sculpted in her long history.
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