Every night, she stares out windows overlooking her little piece of this vast world.
She stares in wonder at the setting sun.
She stares in wonder at the beauty around her.
She stares and wonders.
Getting lost in thoughts of her life. Getting lost in the complex intertwining paths that have lead to where she sits today. Those paths, each with their own piece of her story, some rougher, some brighter, some buried so deep she can no longer see them.
She stares and wonders.
Where do those paths lead from this point, this moment in time, the next move she makes, the next word she says. Where do those paths take her going forward, and how much will and power does she have left to move them, to direct them, to influence the outcome of each.
She stares and wonders.
How much will and power does she have. More and more it seems she has yet to find her limit. Pushing herself harder in every way. Stretching herself to find those mental and physical barriers. Testing how far she can take herself.
She stares and wonders.
When will she push too hard. When will she find that breaking point. What will it mean when she does.
Every night, she stares and wonders.
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