A Different Life

It was cold in Vienna.  Winter had snuck up on us and I could no longer crack the window in my tiny dorm room.  I lay on my bed staring up at nothing.  Like a treetop perch it stood six inches from the ceiling to make room for storage underneath.  I counted the holes and hieroglyphs students before me had made, their own versions of ‘Starry Night.’  I waited for direction, measuring the silence with the beating of my 20-year-old heart.

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Read the rest at Bronywn Lea‘s place where I’m guest posting for the series ‘Words That Changed My World.’

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