She must be a least 120 years old, the beautiful young lady in the living room. From her vantage point in someone's house, she quietly saw the world change, and people around her grow up and grow old, then pass away into memory.
Time has let some traces on her too; a dent here and there, but overall it has been kind to her. And now she lives with me, watching how I live my life, and change. Until I'll be gone too, and she'll go on to grace someone else's life. Always tranquil, serene, and eternally beautiful.
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