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  As the day dawned, her eyes slowly opened to a blurry white-satin curtain to the left side of her bed. She furrowed her eyebrows while trying to register the view in front of her, lustrous, well-kept and exceptionally tidied, which reflected up to a certain extent a part of her inner self. The books and many other items were not misplaced, they were in fact, in the right place, arranged according to size or color. Nothing was left unattended or casually left around.  Sighing in dissatisfaction, she got up and put her slippers on, while tying her brightly-clean brown hair in a ponytail, She looked herself in the mirror twitching the corner of her mouth to the right while raising her brows. Her husband, still sleeping, turned slightly in the large bed. She looked at him, and resumed to her cares, not giving much of an importance to him.  Was her life completed in the sense of having a good marriage and a husband who loves her deeply? Is her own happiness dependant on bein...

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There is always a time when our spirit within shakes a little and feels like going further away to a realm that our eyes, body and senses are not familiar with, but our soul seems to know pretty well. It just wants to fly to that place, to a place that feels like we actually belong there. Have you ever sensed it? Run! Fly! make it happen once and for all, do not stop fluttering your wings, do not stop for them,  do not take their heed, they'll say the sun doesn't shine, they have said dreams are not real, they have believed their souls won't heal. Run! Fly! make it happen once and for all, rise up, soar the skies to the blues, dance along its colors and shimmering, drink the pleasures it gives, eat the fruit it was for you reserved, and take no heed of the wingless ones, there is no truth in them, they only possess darkness and lies, their souls are blinded and binded up. Run! Fly! extend your wings and embrace the wind, look at them dance, the ones like you are there, show...

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