Through the glass window. Everything is calm and orderly. Everything crude is crushed. Everything beautiful is restored. In place, the greenery, the lights. In order, the food, the coffee mugs. In position, the woman and his man.
The glass window bestills all. Mutes the chaos that interrupts the art. The transparent veil on to the world.
It soothes with peace and traquility. It soothes the mind.
It soothes with peace and traquility. It soothes the mind.
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