"It's a lot like the weather in
Florida," mused the girl.
"Or, at least, how it was when I was there. It seemed to rain every day. The darkness, the storm, it was a given. However, when people, outside people, thought of that place, they saw in their minds something bright, beautiful, and sunnny. Such is my mind. It is dark there, seemingly always, and yet, when people look at me they see brightness and joy, they do not know. However, just as it is with Florida, it is with my mind. There is darkness, which I can expect, and there is the light, which I can never predict."
"Or, at least, how it was when I was there. It seemed to rain every day. The darkness, the storm, it was a given. However, when people, outside people, thought of that place, they saw in their minds something bright, beautiful, and sunnny. Such is my mind. It is dark there, seemingly always, and yet, when people look at me they see brightness and joy, they do not know. However, just as it is with Florida, it is with my mind. There is darkness, which I can expect, and there is the light, which I can never predict."
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