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A Room With One Window
There are rumours of a land, A land more beautiful than anything else. There is sunshine out there… And trees. And grass, animals, bushes, flowers, vines, laughter, love, smiles, hugs. It’s beautiful there. Though… I wouldn’t really know. Cause you see, I am housed in a different compartment. I live in a room with one window. It’s not a bad room, It has a big bed, nice cupboards, a dining table… And a window. I can’t reach the window though, It’s on the ceiling and the walls are too high. I try to climb but I keep on falling down. And the window is very dirty, You can’t see much out of it. I don’t know what lies outside my compartment. But there are rumours of a land, A land more beautiful than anything else. Sometimes I feel the gentle brush of wind on my skin when the window cracks a little bit, But it always seals itself back together. I’ve started to think the land outside does not exist. After all, I’ve never seen it. All that I see is a room with one window.
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