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Jean found it difficult to walk from the couch to the table. The living room was open plan, designed that way to accommodate her disability. Jean knew how much her parents loved her, they had gone out of their way to provide her with all the luxuries her disability demanded. However, the thing that Jean loved the most about her house was the pond.
The pond was situated a few meters from their front door. The area was farmland, great big vistas of open space. Nothing but crops as far as the eye could see - crops and the pond of course. Jean adored the pond, she loved the view of it from her bedroom window, the fresh sharp aroma it had when she got up close to it. She loved the color of it - deep blue on a sunny day and murky green if the weather was overcast.
All the conveniences of her life aside, Jean considered the pond her best pleasure. Most particularly the pond gave her a joy no other thing in her life could bring, because in that pond she found the only true freedom she had - when Jean swam in the pond her disabilities melted away, she was absolutely normal, you couldn’t even tell that her leg was buckled, broken and wisened.
The pond was her freedom. Pity it was frozen over for the winter. But Jean knew that summer would come.