A window is a painting someone has forgot the painting in.

Keep it shut, the inside air is better, because of filters.

The window is a filter.  All filters, windows.  Soliloquy, sobriquet, or jism.

Failing logic, I wish someone would respond to the earth–I have been wishing.

Wishing is its opposite.

Also: projects to correct the self end in incessance.

Yet another thing, my sisters, we can’t keep having.

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