[1999-02-17]
The frame was cracked in some places; the colour was beginning to fall
off, revealing the wood underneath. And the glass had a large crack in
one corner. But still, it was the window of her dreams. The window
where she could watch the world outside. A world of freedom. A world of
joy.
Oh... How small people looked down there. She giggled a bit for herself,
but soon, she became melancolic. What wouldn't she have given to be able
to walk down together with the people down there?
She could only lie here for herself, in her bed by the window. Even in
those moments her longing was strongest, she knew she would never be
able to go outside.
But at least, she could always lie here, in her bed, and watch the world
through her window.
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