"Tap. Tap. Tap." - the rythm of old age, keeping time with her cane for the young; moving forward always. Deep wrinkles surround her eyes where joy still lives. The creases about her mouth tell you she once laughed often. Now she smiles knowingly at the world; watching you as she remembers her former self: young, naive, skin stretched tight across
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