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Looking out.

1 year, 3 months

There's no way to know what a person thinks when they look out the window. Maybe they tell us more of what's on the inside than on the outside. For you can fit a breeze, a summer, a smile or an entire lifetime into it. This lady was standing there for a brief moment of time, I don't know what she was thinking but when she turned around and looked at me she just smiled and looked away. That smile said a thousand words at that moment.