The Window
the window had a reflection of the willow tree out in the middle of the country and inside the window was a spirit of the unknown... I took a photo of the window and it seemed so sad until I looked into it looking at my reflection, I stared for a while and it melted into my facial skin and gave the window a expression of happiness.. I smiled and the curtains inside started to dance with glamour and I tapped upon the glass window and the historical frame seemed so old yet stood with management and the camera started to shack as I took another photo of the window...
Who is in there? The deliverance of history is alive in this ghost town of remembrance and the town was moving and rattling as we moved from each shadow and shadows of spirits moves through my skin.
I ran for a distance and they chased me as I screamed and they returned to there grounds of history. The window still haunts me today... the photo of the window came out fuzzy... no more remarks here.
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