In the broad light of day, the view from the roof was treetops as the birds knew them, congregating with fluttering leaves upon wide avenues.
Come the night, the view from the roof was of shining lights dancing into the blessed horizon.
Upon these undulating hills, the view from the rooftop was as a black wave that glittered with light.
These city lights at night, this view from the rooftop, is mapped into my ever-morphing soul.
From the stars of the black heavens to the lights of the blacktop streets, the view from the roof was every kind of wonderful.
The view from the roof gave a sense of perspective that calmed my soul, that made the everyday struggles shrink.
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