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The Next Day
Th sun’s out and it’s quite windy to say the least. The sun rays will show every flaw, yet only with open eyes can one start working to become as pure as that light.
A beautiful morning. That wasn’t how I described it in my head the day I woke up, and yet something was off. I woke up in my room, crawled out of a warm bed, lit with sunlight, to begin the day. I stumbled out of my room, and headed downstairs to the dining area to get some breakfast
To anyone, they might consider it to be a lovely day.
