She lay on her back watching the stars and wondered where she had come from.
Once someone had given her a name but she had forgotten it long since.
She remembered she waited. But for what? In the mean time she enjoyed her dreams and her fantasies.
Vague memories disconcerted her but never for long.
Absent-mindedly she played with the small object she always kept within reach. It gave her solace.
Years came and went and it was increasingly difficult to get food but she was contented.
In her own small world she was everything.
When they found her bleached bones they wondered where she had come from and if she had ever been given a name.
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