There’s some big metaphor in the fact that the sun shines blindingly through the west window behind where she sits. Reminds me not to stare too long, too longingly at something that isn’t for me Isn't mine to see.
03/05/2012
Posted on 03/06/2012Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
Not yours to see, but yours to help you see. I see the irony.
Really liked this.