Just Broken Glass
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Complete Thu, Jul 5, 2018<5 mins
The atmosphere was so quiet, you could hear the rattling of the stained glass windows, as if they were speaking. One would say, "I wish someone would come in here to behold my marvelous beauty," while another would say, "I'm much more beautiful than the window next to me." Every window had its own whisper, but they all whispered about one window in particular...
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