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Theme--Sideways by lovetodeviate Wordspill There is a curtain on my window. It is wihite and tends to billow, as if I were aksng it to be a cloud, as if I had been starved of nature and bright skies. There is always a particular sslant to sunlight, which makes is uspect. Light does not really clarify anything. And if you look into it, all you see is a great blindness. It is the only thing that allows yu to see blindness. Through y curtain I see a lot of things that I shouildn’t. ut I know people watch me back, s it is all right. It’s in my nature. The bright sky of voueurism. Today, I see a man and a woman in the room acrosin the