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What is a window from the outside, if not a living portrait within?

What is a window from the outside, if not a private showing of matters most intimate; Cinema banned from screens with their plots baffling and of feeling?

What of this view I see? With this person living behind glass?

Do they touch the outside world or do they remain inside-

Am I their mirror image?

I cannot be sure.

Best not to approach the front door, but rather creep closer to the window; Let my breath fog up the glass.

I wonder if they would be inspired by that:

I am.

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Helllooo. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve last done one of these writing inspirations, but it feels at home to do again. I spotted this along my dashboard and couldn’t get the beginning line out of my head. Thank you for sharing this and for letting my brain puzzle over it for a moment longer than I anticipated. Stay lovely! xo