My Window on The World

We never know what life is in our life, and it should be. Sometimes, we can see things in the shop according to our own actions. Driving a car at high speed will result in an accident sooner or later. I drink 21 ½ cup of coffee each morning and I am a little skeptical about my life coming back to bother me. I've seen a report that an accurate amount of coffee is good for you, but then another report says that coffee is very bad.

I am here now and have brought life in the cabin. You can see through the window. This is my window, the window to the world. I do not know either day or night, but I still have windows. I can die but my window is still mine, it is always mine. Even if it does not go to the grave with me, no one accepts it

Every time I hit it, I see a brick wall outside the window. With the exception of the ten-story roof, the walls of the two windows of my apartment and the two brick walls of the other building could not enter the outside world. This is a waste of space, and because of the laziness of the window, it became a garbage pit. If it was not displayed from my window or the window below me, I could not access it, so there was a nasty thing there and it was slowly added. Two weeks ago, pigeon collapsed because pigeon was broken, and it has been disassembled since that time.

The window is the threshold for the outside world. Imagine a house without a window. What is it, a mixture of bricks on bricks? Windows reminds us that we are not isolated but part of something bigger than our unique existence and provides a glimpse of the world. Even if you stand in the world and only observe it, the window will give you a sense of unity. More importantly, it adds a sense of beauty to the house. It is a veil between the house and the outside, and it can be found at any time to show the beauty of family life. Maybe this is the reason the princess waits in the window of the tower

I am hanging behind the bed. The sun fell outside the window of my bedroom. One day, when I see the right time, the window seems to be already at night, the sun is shadowing the world, another window is still in the middle of the day. The shaded window always looks comfortable - a hidden place, but the other areas are as scheduled. The list in my hand now licks his buckle a bit. I looked up and saw him bow his head. We gazed at it gently. He grabbed my wrist and slowly pulled me from the bed. I can not be free, his way of holding is very strong, but if I want to escape, I am not very active. He took me to the dressing table. At our feet, Muriel's cigar who entered the empty box can contain everything that I should not have.