It is surprising, in so short a time, how lean their faces have grown, how lined and seamed.

Her eyes were bright, her face seamed with fine lines, her skin the texture of leather.

His eyes were moist and brown, his face seamed with the innocent cunning of an ancient baby.

He was a monstrous man, with a mane of greasy grey hair, his face pouched and seamed, with thick negroid lips.

It was Cyra, her straggling hair streaked with gray, her face seamed and haggard even when she smiled to welcome him.

I said, "Hi, buddy," and he turned around, his face seamed with fatigue lines, his eyes red-veined from lack of sleep.

Sixtyish, with a face seamed by long exposure to sun, wind and sea.

The village priest was an old man with white hair and a face seamed into a net of wrinkles.

A face seamed with wrinkles produced by laughing, giggling, grinning.

But no, he said, his impish face seamed with leathery creases over a worn gray Irish sweater, "I'm not dead yet."