Inside our windowswe are looking out.Life is going by.
as sometimes seen through the window of imaginationthanks, Jinksy
I expect it will stop eventually - depends on the driver
I enjoyed this. A blur of glass like frames in a film.
Thanks Gordon, it's a good way of describing it. Now I think it's the last bus. So it's night. I shall amend :)
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