The window is completely open and the warm summer breeze is blowing around the airy white curtains. Through the chipped white paint that covers the oak framed window I see nothing but green hills and blue skies. A wave of peace comes over me as I hear the birds chirping. It’s about four o’clock and the sun sits low. I close my eyes to feel the summer air on my skin and the breeze blow my hair so that it tickles my skin lightly.

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