The figure grew closer and clearer by the moment.
It seemed to be a frail and hunched old woman. Her hair was mottled with gray, disheveled and dirty, the clothes she wore were worn and patched over so many times their original appearance could no longer be discerned,
The stick she used as a cane was just an ordinary piece of wood, the bottom crusted with semi-dried mud. The stick was rough, except for the end where it was grasped, made smooth by the abrasive action of rough hands and sweat.
Her hand, which clutched the makeshift cane, trembled; with each step, her legs shook incessantly, seemingly unable to support her body. Her knees were always bent, as if after too much and too long a journey, they could no longer straighten.
