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what is it about attic windows
that is so much more intriguing
than other windows of a house?
for me, it's the idea.hope.sense that behind
such a window must surely be
things more true than that
which is behind her tall, broad
downstairs sisters,
lights ablaze and bared to all
who care to look.
i, also, love roof lines,
which follow an organic trail against the sky
(and under which attic windows are tucked),
much more than i care about foundations,
that (by necessity, i suppose)
carve a dirt cube from the earth,
regardless of terrain.
with all this upward-gazing,
which lends itself to one becoming lost
in the infinity of sky,
looking down is welcome relief.
a grounding palette of brown and green,
where tree and concrete negotiate,
and roots are proven to be
the stronger
only because they are alive.
Walk
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| a rambling delight in need of some care |
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| not attic, not roof ~ but i love the shadows and the black window frames |
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| oozing tree |
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| a most beautiful roof |
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| just because they still have Christmas up . . . and it is sparkly |
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| piney porthole |
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| lovely attic window squares & bonus silver disk ornamentation |
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| roots + moss = fairy garden |
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| study on grey |
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| prairie-style gold against a blue sky |
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| escape route |
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| geometric delight |
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| sky-gazing at the church doors |
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| moss-on-stone, plus a shimmering green aurabow* (*an imaginary word because i can) |
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| deep roots |
The End.
