I remember my literature teacher,
When she made contrast of a window and a shutter.
I had always thought their difference is the same,
That it was just in the name.
She had earlier taught of symbolism,
This one, must have been on materialism.
One of the two provided the greatest source of satisfaction,
While there was the other faction.
I thought of the window of opportunity,
then the shattered dreams...
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