She sat by the corridor
Dark despite the radiant sun shining
I peered into her room more than once
Occasionally
Her hair is a peppered shade of gray and black
Seemingly an extension of the life story
Already told her by frown lines and wrinkles
Bob-pins around the fringe and above the (y)ears
She was a neat girl
And well groomed
Polite
And as I started
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