Eyes Through a Window(Ashley Francis) While i stand there, i can see the cars go by, the restlessness of the city.

The company of each other goes hand in hand, the sure sadness of disappointment lurks, the parties begin, the music plays. The constant knock at the door, the continuous laughter. Who can save us now? None but ourselves. We watch in curiosity for a wish that might come true. A window is an eye through time, for whenever you look through it it takes you on a journey through the past and the present.

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