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  "description": "Looking idly out the window of my favourite coffee shop, sipping on a cool iced latte that I needed after a long walk on a warm summer’s afternoon, a thought came to mind: Why am I so fascinated by the outside world when I just sat down inside? Even now, at my desk, I find my eyes occasionally looking out the window. I see a black cat walking slowly on the pavement, someone leaning into a friend’s car window to chat, and the vistas of greens – the dark greens of trees and the lighter greens of the fields and the grass..\n[...]",
  "path": "/2026/06/22/inside-outside",
  "publishedAt": "2026-06-22T00:00:00.000Z",
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  "textContent": "Looking idly out the window of my favourite coffee shop, sipping on a cool iced latte that I needed after a long walk on a warm summer’s afternoon, a thought came to mind: Why am I so fascinated by the outside world when I just sat down inside? Even now, at my desk, I find my eyes occasionally looking out the window. I see a black cat walking slowly on the pavement, someone leaning into a friend’s car window to chat, and the vistas of greens – the dark greens of trees and the lighter greens of the fields and the grass..\n\n[...]",
  "title": "Inside; outside"
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