Windows, or: Fourth dimension

A waltmarie Comprised of 5 consecutive American sentences A chilly breeze blows across the apartment through large, open windows. We find ourselves observing the shifting seasons, passengers through time. Our senses tingle at winter’s birth, our bare hands; noses; tongues… our eyes. The frailty of bare trees and wind’s colors are almost hard to look […]

Windows, or: Fourth dimension

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