[ WP ] A woman who is immortal and forever young has been traveling the world ever since she could remember .

Angela put the glass to her lips and took a taste of the wine. It was OK, not great, but definitely not the worst she ’ d ever had. It was a pity, really. She had such fond memories of the ’ 68. She swirled the glass, watching the liquid dance, the subtle shades blending in and out, the reflection of the light warbling like a mirage in the hot desert. Angela signed and placed the glass back down on the table. 
 
 *Nothing is ever as good as you remember* 
 
 Angela pulled her leg up onto the seat so she could lean against her knee. She looked out at the city scape before her, so many people in such a hurry. Once upon a time, she too had been like that. She was so worried about what she would do next, all the things she had to accomplish. She had wished more than anything to have all the time in the world. 
 
 *It ’ s funny how you regret wishes in the end. * 
 
 Angela gulped at the wine. She barely remembered her life before immortality. Now, she had seen and done so many things nothing excited her any more. Even New York, all its lights and sounds and people failed to stir the tiniest hint of excitement in her breast. All those people just looked insignificant. To each one, their life was important, their dreams, their to-do list, their immediate pressing “ needs. ” 
 
 *If only they knew* 
 
 Angela tossed cash on the table and smoothed the fabric on her slacks. Maybe it was time to go back to Europe, try backpacking again. Modern convenience was nice, but it was too fast. She became bored too quickly; the world wasn ’ t changing fast enough. She needed to slow down again. She had all the time in the world. 
 
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