The morning sunlight streaked across my face as I wait at the platform. It was too early in the in the day for any sort of warmth to wash over. It streamed past the trees and through the train windows. I stepped off, and made my way through the predictable business of life.
"The transparency of a window is subjective depending on how you look. Through it or at it. In doing so magic will show, outside or in."
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Sunshine: A story
Short Story"Sunshine, one day, you'll realise that even the coldest of hearts will melt if you leave it out in the sun for long enough." A string of heart-warming and gut-wrenching quotes by an anonymous writer. To him, from her.
