She sat for a long time watching nothing. Her eyes carried a far away look of thinking, pondering, remembering. It is hard to tell what she might really be thinking. There was an elegance about the way she carried herself. A smile seemed to be hiding behind her brooding eyes; it leaped out and radiate her face as a familiar friend passed by.
What haunted her? What makes her cry? Why was she just sitting there, letting people loudly walk by? Did not the noise bother her? Or does she simply not see? She quietly stood and walked away leaving me with only her memory and a touch of mystery.
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