This window, on street level at a corner-of-somewhere in Montreal, seems to change every once in a-while, a residential art installation. It's stuffed with all the love someone can muster (and it's a great, globulous amount) for the beautiful beasts held within certain objects. Oh how frog and sun and dairy cow unite and squabble and fall in and out of of of with each other, and manage to do so quite gracefully, sentimentally, in such cramped quarters. Or perhaps it is not cramped, but it is my perspective of what cramped is. They likely have all the room in the world.
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