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 Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
| I mentioned to someone the other day that if I didn't seek out the information, I could go all day without knowing if it was sunny or cloudy or whether it was night or day. I like to cover windows for privacy. But a window they can't see into, is a window I can't see out of. And then I was looking for something to write about and came across this prompt from "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT "  :WRITE A POEM ABOUT SOMETHING YOU AREN’T SURE OF The two concepts seemed to go together, especially for an indoor writer, thus: The Cloistered Life The sun may be rising or it may be that sunset will fall. I don’t know if it’s raining, Or if leaves have started to fall. Though I cannot see, I think (but could not to it swear) that beyond the shaded windows the world is still out there. |
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