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Hand on the windowpane,
I look in at the stranger on the sofa.
Her empty eyes are turned to the solid-white sky.
Are there any thoughts behind that blank stare?
I shiver.
Then with a jerk, I am in the sofa,
Inhabiting the head turned towards the clouds.
I look down and see unfamiliar hands writing.