This window. From my hotel room.
I suppose you could also say that about the wall.
This window looks out, misleadingly, onto a charming balcony. There are chairs and a small, clean table and a tiny ashtray. The noisy, forbidden fruits of the smoker.
2 comments:
Like cakes in a patisserie window after closing time, with no brick to hand...
you're making stuff up. as if anyone would go to a patisserie at night without a brick ... what would be the point?
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