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It was like time traveling, helping her grandmother into a fresh shirt; an out of body experience, watching her future self get groomed for the day, helpless to lift her own arms.  Glenna brushed her grandmother's hair and pictured the thin, grey tangles as her own.  This is what my nose will look like.  These are the spots that will form on my hands.  These are the wrinkles that I am already beginning to see on my face.