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Look at that woman. How old before her time and careworn she is, like a refugee broken by years of strife. Dull hair, lank and untended stragglers her neck in untidy whisps. The full mouth, that once screamed a dangerous red, now tamed by an insipid cotton mask. Pale blue eyes still visible, though their mischievous gleam has gone.

But what can you expect in days like these?

So I shrug, sanitise, and start my shift, relieved to leave her reflection in the washroom mirror for a while.

 

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