As I watched the woman crouch down, I could see she was as ancient as the universe. Staring at her, I could see deep channels of time, etched into a wizened surface. She had cracked lips that furled around gums, where teeth once stood. I saw her keen eyes alight with mischievous youth. She had a rich indigo velvet scarf, folded carefully to frame her face. When I saw her eating I could see her struggling to chew her food because she had no teeth.
