A tight, silvery bun succeeds the golden billows wthichat once flowed from her youthful scalp. A glint shimmers the surface of her glossy eyes, reflecting her life's perspectives. The aging face, thrashed by the wind and dehydrated by the sun, begs for youth, such that when she laughs wrinkles dance upon it. Her once fair skin shriveled by the decades, reveals flourishing trees of blue veins. The dancing face greets everyone with blitheful reminiscences and the feeling of home.
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