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As she sits in the window the wind chills the air in the room. Though its a cloudless night the sent of rain is thick. From where she sits every star is visible and the reflection of the moon makes her eyes seem silver. The cold wind looks as if it circulates around her. As she lifts her hand to the sky the wind blows harder to reflect her strong desire to be free. Locked in this room she won't allow herself to be held back for much longer,her spirit is uncontainable like the wind. When all is still she leaps out of the window and be comes one with the wind to enter a world where she can find herself instead of being told who she is and who she should be. She's finally free and will now find what she's been longing for all this time.