I watched from across the street as the old woman waited for the bus. She wore what seemed to be a dozen layers of mismatched colors and patterns, and a black top hat with a bright neon green feather sticking out the top. Her bony fingers did not go naked. She decorated them with shiny gems and kept them company with her tiny clutch that looked to made of snake or alligator skin. But she seemed to spoil her hands more than her feet, as they wore simple black sandals with crisp white socks underneath. I only saw her face when she looked up for a brief second to see the bus come, but I saw not her wrinkles or hair shade, but a smile in her eyes of white.
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This is good so far, and very descriptive.
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I really like this...please go on....
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