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Outside this window #28

Outside this window inky air presses against our delicate floating kitchen curtains. The breeze and trees comfort the crying newborn and a new mother across the street. Shhhhhhhh…. Sirens wail intermittently reminding me I am in central London. I smoke my cigarette; I enjoy the stillness of a kitchen, a street and a mind late at night.