A barn window that I pass on my walk. I've always been fascinated with windows and doors. light inside, or dark, each one holds a mystery.
"The leaves fly over the window and utter a word as they pass
To the face that leans from the darkness, intent, with two dark-filled eyes
That watch for ever earnestly from behind the window glass."
To the face that leans from the darkness, intent, with two dark-filled eyes
That watch for ever earnestly from behind the window glass."
excerpt from At the Window by David Herbert Lawrence
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