Her face was the color of a dirty pillowcase, and the corner of her mouth glistened with wet, which inched like a glacier down the deep grooves enclosing her chin.
This passage discribes how an old person looked to the eyes of a young girl. This gives us an idea on how to imagine her.
Giorgos Eleftheriadis
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