I remember that particular window .

Quite vividly .

As if it were yesterday .

Large , oval-shaped , always open … invitingly  … beckoning …

As a six year old , I would creep up to it  ~~ slowly , deliberately ; simultaneously excited and scared . What would I see when I looked out ? But I was disappointed . Each and every time . The view remained unchanged . With no exception . The much sought-after blue station wagon didn't materialize .

Ever .

I approached the window now , with uncertainty . Slowly , deliberately ; my emotions swinging to and fro like a pendulum .

And I stopped dead in my tracks .

Eyes wide in disbelief .

The window was gone !

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