Her smile was yellowed and lined with silver.
Her eyes were framed in crevices and crinkles.
Her chin was wobbly and weak.
Her mind was still sharp, but fading fast.
Her words were clothed in kindness.
Her expressions were joyful.
Her stories were magical.
She, was beautiful.
"If I could go back," She said to me, "I think I would spend less time doing all the nothings that were really nothing, and more time doing nothings that ended up being something after all."
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