Wondering Outside

I wonder what's in there. What memories, what troubles, what laughs, what tears. A television, no doubt. A kitchen sink, a bed and a bath tub, probably. A crib? Teenage posters on the wall? A bird with seed shells littered on the floor under its cage? or maybe just an old lonely man, rocking in his chair, peering outside, wondering who's out there, looking in?

submitted by Eric Chicago, IL USA

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