Realism Stains My Window

Every morning, I see a more vivid scene of what’s exactly outside my

window. Somehow projected, it stains itself seamlessly onto the glass,

precisely before I pull the cord; to open my bedroom blinds. The artist is unknown, an

expert in realism, it’s nice, but I really wish they’d move on.

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