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She stood by the window watching the sunrise. She smiled as
she looked at the myriad colours of the early morning sky. It was only a few
days ago, when she was standing at the same place watching the sunrise. Those
were the days when she didn’t know when the night made way for the day because sleep
eluded her and all she did was cry. So lost she was at things going wrong that
she never saw the things that were going right. And one find day, with rays of
the rising sun, she found her ray of hope.
Word count: 100
This post is written for the above picture prompt at Friday Fictioneers.