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ArtistIn a cozy, weathered cottage, an old woman sits by the window. The glass, etched with time, distorts the view outside. She leans forward, her gnarled hands resting on the sill. Her eyes, clouded with memories, fixate on the sun-dappled yard. Outside, children laugh and chase each other. Their voices, like distant chimes, reach her ears. They play tag, their small figures darting through the grass. The old woman’s gaze follows their movements—their carefree leaps, their tousled hair catching sunlight. She remembers her own childhood, a lifetime ago. The innocence, the boundless energy. The world was simpler then, and she danced among wildflowers, just like these children