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Break from Routine
It’s a dreary day, filled with dreary weather and dreary people.
I walk to class with the same thoughts in my head
The same pathways to go
I am sitting alone in the front corner, my same seat
No one to my right, no one behind me
I look out the window
I see the same tall buildings and the grey whirling clouds ready for rain
But then i see a vase of bright purple flowers
It’s on the corner of a balcony for an apartment.
They are reaching for the sky to receive the rain promised by these grey clouds
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