One thing I will miss very much when I move is my kitchen window. Shaped like a rectangle, having a latch that lets me open it out like a porthole, it’s a source of pleasure. At night, I let down and shut the venetian blinds. In the morning, no matter what season, I feel a touch of excitement at what the day might be like. Because of where I live, snow would not be out of place in warm weather.
There is one thin tree, almost Japanese in its artistry, with a tiny temple bell hung on its branch. The wooden fence is a beautiful mixture of tans and browns, and the space feels like a private oasis. That’s why when I pull up the blinds, it’s as if I’m receiving a gift.
Indira Ganesan 
you may, you may. but only the beautiful ones. . . : )
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my first published photo ; ) i miss that window, i miss you.
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I didn’t give you credit, except when the cursor hovers over it–may i? I miss you. Thought you might be swamped.
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may i publish more?
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Ah, lovely window, Indira. And, your next will be beautiful in a different way. Because you know how to see!!!
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Thank you, di!
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