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Imagine being in hospital. You can't move. You can barely breathe.
No one believes you.
Imagine peering through the window and seeing the elegant bridge crossing the river all lit up, beautiful at night.
Imagine the little dots of light coming from the fishing boats, like fireflies.
Yes, imagine smiling and thinking I will die in a few minutes, but I'll die having the most gorgeous view.
Imagine they still don't believe you. And you still can't breathe.
But you're smiling. You're smiling because that tilted postcard window is your hope, your only hope, the hope that keeps you breathing.
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