I've built a window made of words. No walls or floors, but sky and birds; clouds unfolding dove-soft wings, and the blue-gray peace that evening brings.

I've built a window a word can pin in place, to take all seasons in. For outlook, insight. Song has found it. Now I shall build a house around it.

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