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Philip had been sitting alone in his room for a while, watching the two empty beds, where his friends used to sleep. Sigh after sigh he drowned in the silence, his hazel eyes traveling from wall to wall and from every dusty corner to the window where he would stare at the trees, their dark leaves and the twinkling stars appearing through the small parting in the scenery. Such a beautiful place to call home, in the heart of nature, bathed by the gentle moonlight and on the nights it hid a shower of endless stars began, lights in the sky, showing him how small he was, lost in a world where everything was bigger than him and that way his problems seemed meaningless.