For years I’ve been fascinated with who’s behind all those windows.  Are they looking out and seeing me?  Are they wondering about us passersby? Are there secrets hidden away?

Ghent is full of mysterious windows, ripe to be included in a novel of intrigue.  The shapes are many: circles, semi-circles, ovals, triangles, sweeps of modernity, and of course rectangles.  Even a few teardrops.  Tiny to immense. Eye level to way up high. 

A few windows are open … someone is in there now.

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Who do you see behind these panes of glass? 

If you move here, you could be the one gazing out at me

Wondering who I am