Prompt: peace

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The last days of the spring have already arrived: she had been living at the countryside now for ten months. Temperatures had already gone up and the clouds have disappeared from the sky, except as heralds of another pre-summer storm.

Her return to the village had been a real change. In the countryside, there were nearly no sounds, except animals’ in the surroundings. At first, she certainly didn’t love roosters, when they sang at 5 in the morning. But that ended the moment her sleeping time was actually synced with the place.

Two years ago, she had not been interested at all in returning to her family’s village. But fifteen months ago, she had fallen down in the underground when running to get to her downtown office. Her left leg was broken and she had terrible bruises over her body. After that, she knew she had to slow down, something that was impossible in her job at the time.

So she changed jobs and bought a little cottage near the mounts that surrounded the village, in the southern river bank. It had been a real change. The peace of the valley actually entered through the rounded window of her bedroom. Waking up every day by sunrise, had been one of the best experiences in those months.

The left leg had already cured well. Her health was better than in any moment in recent years. She really knew now she could earn money to live there comfortably. She was optimistic about the future: she knew that, whatever the future was bringing for her, she was not nervous or anxious about it.

The best of it was that everything had happened before he’d appeared. They were now prepared to begin a family.

(290 words).

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