"Because it appears to me a hazardous thing to exchange my soul for my shadow. " Adelbert von Chamisso
The people passing by the
window.
Some looking in, most
not.
They come by car or on
foot.
They wander past or walk purposefully
on.
Few enter, but those who do change
everything.
With their very
presence.
A smile, a frown, a
tear.
They all go
by.
this is summer.
this is summer.
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