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— H O O R —

. . .

Work is necessary and indeed very difficult to handle sometimes. Although I have always been passionate about my work, I do not deny that work also brings stress and fatigue. Especially when I have to tire my eyes and fingers just by sitting in front of a screen.

But it is over.

I sigh, turning my chair to the wall of my cabin. I raise my arms as I stretch them tight, releasing a yawn from my parted lips before I give up with a deep exhale.

Finally, it is over!

I put my hands on my eyes as I close them, darkness falling before them like the large curtains of a temple from high. A sigh has escaped from my lips as the warmth of my palms has kissed my weary eyelids. It is another definition of relief, trust me.

From the spotless glass walls of my room, I behold the way of the sun melting behind the tall buildings, letting the moon peek from the other side. Stars have started twinkling upon the bright shades of saffron mingled with the pigeon hues of night. Gray shad