Chapter 77
BRIELLE The window was always a light-filled gateway through which to view the world. A burst of fresh air fills the room, energizing the senses and soothing the breath. However, there was always turmoil going on inside me behind the tranquility. On the other side, there was still something outside that was trying to make me at peace. My quietness had been always found in the night. I waited for the world to fade to black and reappear when it had become a pencil sketch, a masterpiece on the creator's easel. Each day, it was as though the birds sing on cue with their wonderful serenade, and the nightfall closed the curtains and the daybreak opened them. My goal was to stay up and see the rebirth of the light, to observe how the pencil drawing became the best of high definition movies, whi
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