The chalky flowers bloomed, despite the lack of air and dragging damp of the windowsill. Their leaves stretched out like vines, reaching higher, ever higher, towards a fresher climate. The world outside had drowned for days and the view had diluted into drab flat hues. As the days drifted, the children's eyes became as washed out as the world and their hearts gasped in their sodden cages.
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