A 75 year old grandmother stands outside on a sunny Asheville morning

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The old woman stood at the edge of the Blue Ridge Parkway, gazing out over the rolling hills of western North Carolina. Her yellow ribbed sweater clung to her frail body, accentuating the sharp angles of her 75-year-old frame. A purple skirt billowed behind her, caught in the gentle morning breeze.

Her curly blonde hair, with white highlights like frost on a winter's night, danced around her face as she turned to take in the view. Her ice blue eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, despite their deep lines and wrinkles. She wore high heels, which made her tower above the grassy slope beneath her.

Her small breasts were barely visible under the sweater, but it didn't matter - this woman was all about attitude. She took long strides down the hillside, her eyes fixed on some point in the distance.

The air was crisp and cool as she walked, with a hint of wood smoke carried on the wind from the nearby townhouses. The sun had just begun to rise over the mountainside, casting long shadows across the landscape.

She made her way towards the parking lot, where a small blue car waited patiently in the morning quiet. She unlocked it with a keychain that jangled as she moved, the sound echoing off the buildings of Asheville rising up from beneath the hillsides.

As she drove away, she gazed back out at the landscape she loved so dearly - the Blue Ridge Parkway winding its way through the mountains like a silver snake. And in the driver's seat of her car, she smiled to herself - after all these years, life was still full of beauty and wonder.

The city fell behind her as she drove deeper into the mountains, the trees growing taller and closer until she was surrounded by towering pines and rhododendrons. She took a long breath in through her nose, feeling the cool mountain air fill her lungs - it was going to be a wonderful day.