It occurred to me one day as I gazed out the window--I am a window. Living, dynamic frame—beyond state-of-the-art holographic pane—mobile. I'm moving here, there, opening onto a myriad of vistas.
So, who is it that's doing the gazing?
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Window Looking Out To Night Sky Clearview
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