7 Jun 2022

Another creative photo out my window. Things are blustering. Who’s there? I am in here. Knots bound so tightly in the morning are loose by the evening, flowing like a skirt in the wind of the woman on the sidewalk I cannot see but know, now, by heart. I know her.

Red and white brick buildings are seen through a window, blind bent downward, on an overcast day.

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