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A Few Days Later
The first rays of sunlight lit up my room. The dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. The sun poured through my window. Another day had dawned, bringing with it new hopes and aspirations. The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up the scene.
I hear the doorbell coming from downstaires. Fae's in the bathroom and im curently standing on a stool tryng to reach the top protion of her window to secure it with duct tape so that the paint wont splatter all over it. “The doorbell Fae.”
She exits the bathroom and takes off her gloves before heading downstaires.
“Coming!”
she open the door to reveal the glow of day. This morning, each sole upon the street, each soul riding upon the clouds, ever warm in that bright
