Once a young and lively woman with pretty features, now wrinkled and tired. A shadow of her past self. A whisper of a once roaring wind that moved and impacted things in its path, even just a little.
She would sit on her little bench outside her house, contemplating the many different lives she could have lived had she been another person, if she had chosen another way of life. She played all the scenarios and fantasies through her head, laughing to herself at the jokes she once shared with people she once knew and loved.
She sometimes wished she could go back to those times when life was simple and all that mattered was that moment. That one dream that you'd live up to. Unless, in the end, life chose a different path to what you expected. One would never really know what it would be like if you changed even a little thing and decided to live it all again.
She wished she could do it all again.
But it was to late for her, she realised, as she sat on her bench. Watching the world go by and the people make their own decisions. Maybe they would one day feel like she did.
To want the life they've lived to happen all over again.
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