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The late afternoon sun streams into the room and illuminates the gray wisps of curly hair that protrude from her outline.

She is so quiet and still. The only sound is the soft catch and release of her breath.

Her skin is winkled, deep grooves that run like valleys on her face.

Telling the story of where the rain fell in her life and slowly eroded away at her once so supple and plump cheeks.

Her eyelids so thin now.

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