I miss my parents so much. It is strange how the longing rises, sometimes from nowhere; smell, color, sound or word returns memory of something, and this memory powers through you. There is no stop for it, when this happens.
Iron bars on the windows and doors is centuries old tradition in my hometown Tbilisi. They are used not to secure inside, but to dress up outside of the dwellings. This window bar is designed by my farther for their small home in the heart of Tbilisi.
What a beautiful window!
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