Today, we went with the Raymonds and the Smoots to the market. We made our way down the "aisles" between pole booths and squished to one side to allow a lumber cart to squeeze through. I walked with my arms folded across my chest, holding the zippers of my jacket pockets as nonchalantly as possible to discourage/thwart pickpockets. As we browsed the shops cascading with shoes, scarves, tomatoes, dried anchovies, and watches, I began to do some window shopping. Boy windows, girl windows; happy windows, sad windows; Christian windows, Muslim windows; child windows, adult windows. As I peered into these deep brown windows, the windows stared back into my blue ones. Some windows were cloudy, while others were crystal clear. Each window had something fascinating inside. I wanted to delve into the secrets each one held.
Give me Your eyes so I can see.
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