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[callmebonnie]

The view from the window is ideal. It is the product of story books and warm weekends. And the walls that I stand between act as blinders so that all I see is the sun setting on the cobblestones and the fluttering of leaves. When I leave the storefront, there are all the things that we willed ourselves not to see. Why is it that we try to

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[fluffyblanket]

Perhaps art transcends life for us ...