Outside my window light bounces off of roofs of cars, ever shifting as they pass.
Outside my window a tree sways and uncountably small leaves rustle in the wind.
Outside my window shadows of dark-grey are cast by beige decade-standing buildings.
Outside my window overweight Americans are rolling strollers and yelling into tiny mobile voice-machines.
Outside my window busses run…predictable…carrying thirty-two people to work.
Outside my window a dark-green can stands empty, with scraps of paper resting beside it.
Outside my window a flag with stars of white sways in the wind…representing a place which no longer exists.
Outside my window.
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