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The balcony was a concrete ledge; square rough edges and a rusty rail: orange hued tiles covering the floor. She filled whatever space her table for one did not occupy with potted plants with paper- writing of the spring and summer seasons as a riot of colour. On the balcony she could enjoy the late evening breeze. Below the town flowed in its own way, bustling. But three floors up she was far enough removed from it to be a passive observer, not caught being on watch. If she looked directly out: ruffled looking roof tiles, like pleated school girls’ skirts, sat on white buildings: hidden by the occasional palm tree and shaped by the big yellow ball. That which merged with the sky like juice dissolving in a glass of cold water. Her eyes steady to the horizon; face aglow with the last orange rays before twilight would beckon the stars. She knew the sunset was merely a prelude to the dawn, yet she watched with unwavering gaze until the sequin-silver stars like the glowing embers of a dying fire winked down at her… but the daylight still lingered in the air as though… accidentally left behind. She wondered what the rest of this magnificent world was like- the endless sunsets on other beaches across the world and how she wished to explore them. So deeply.