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English - Descriptive Writing

A woman waited behind a dusty window for the narrator, smiling with red-painted lips as her dark-dyed hair blew in the breeze. Though her legs displayed varicose veins, traces of great beauty remained in her aging features. She had been baking pastry and grey dough stuck to her hands, while her blood-red nails were cracked and chipped.

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English - Descriptive Writing

A woman waited behind a dusty window for the narrator, smiling with red-painted lips as her dark-dyed hair blew in the breeze. Though her legs displayed varicose veins, traces of great beauty remained in her aging features. She had been baking pastry and grey dough stuck to her hands, while her blood-red nails were cracked and chipped.

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She was waiting for me, a white face behind a dusty window.

She smiled, her painted mouth unfurling as a red flag caught in a sudden breeze. Her hair was dyed dark-auburn. Her legs were a Mesopotamia of varicose veins. She still had the tatters of an extraordinary beauty. She had been making pastry and the grey dough clung to her hands. Her blood-red nails were cracked and chipped. [p.61]

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