Windows of our souls

-You know, when I was a kid, I liked to look in the windows, –  I tell my friend.

-Oh, I still do,- Marina says.- I have favorite ones in a house on 1905 street. Every time I pass his house in a trolleybus, I see a beautiful floor lamp, and then I think that someone is sitting there reading…and it becomes so cozy at heart.

Recently, looking at my windows, I remembered this conversation. And my childhood…

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