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  • The alarm, ringing in the distance. She, engrossed in her dream thoughts, attempts to awaken to the stories of that morning, filled with the rays of the sun playing on her parquet floor. Another day has come. Bright. Full of the same combination of sounds emanating from the street. The sounds of the birds, the children, the air, the leaves chattering through the breeze. She moves her body into a sitting position. Puts her feet on the floor. Feels the warmth of the sun-filled wood floor. Synesthetically smells coffee. And hopes - simply... quietly... secretly, with not much hope left in her – that maybe today, maybe this very day will be unlike all the other days she has been living.
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