A girl sits cross-legged in her bed, leaning sideways from her pillow, with books, prayers, pen and journal strewn about her, to gaze out the window at brown branches, smothered in green, and the vivid blue sky of drifting hotcake-clouds, fluffy and sweet. She daydreams about something elusive. What is it exactly? Zooming out, she looks back at her face, peering through the glass pane, shrinking to a pinprick lost in a sea of beauty and trouble. She wonders. Does anyone even know she is there?
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