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Marooned again
The sun leaks out of the grey cloud ceiling spilling all over my body. Golden light bathes my cells.
Blanketed by solar rays I gain a new perspective on my surroundings; colours are deeper, fruit ripe. The world beyond my front door suddenly separated only be a wooden plank.
But as quickly as it came, the curtains above me shut with swift determination. Once again my perspective shifts.
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Sunday 11th October 2020 9:30 pm
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