Sonder. I sit here and wonder how life would be if I were another. Beside the statue, I spot two ladies. On the bench, sits a man in his eighties. Of the former, one's tummy seems round. I wonder how life feels when you're expecting babies.
Is she married? Is that her friend? I'm getting dreary as I think about her end. For her child, is whom to care? The thought of this, I cannot bear.
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