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Overlooking the lake in a cabin, made of beautiful walnut stained oak, sits Layla Kurst - with a mug of coffee cupped in her hands to warm her up. It is the middle of summer, but the weather has changed recently. Rain seems to come at any time and the skies are mostly grey. Maybe the weather just feels like I do The thought has occurred to Layla before. The weather always reflects her mood. When she feels sad the clouds are grey and the rain pours and when she is happy the sky is clear and as blue as the aura of her peace. The lake shimmers with a blue light that almost seems to be shining towards the grey skies in an effort to make the day look just a little brighter. Layla smiles, but, its a smile that doesn't resonate within her heart. It is as empty as the hollow wood burning by the fireplace. The cup is beginning to feel cold, bringing Layla back to earth. It's been occurring so much latel...