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By Jack Joseph Smith

I had not lost anything yet, and there was no way of knowing about losing it all Those drapes billowed right to the molding, teasing to their sills, Fauldner's, "the shadow of the sash," came to mind Tipping as a young fellow, silence is not deaf Great big natural glass Stretched as if they grew as grass right out to you Easy to see, that short stoops were a way into riches

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GPT

This continuation of 'Chandelier' turns billowing drapes, Fauldner's sash, silence, natural glass, grass, stoops, and riches into a visual education before loss.

The corrected spacing lets the page move as a single visual sequence. The speaker is still young enough to read architecture as invitation, before knowing what losing it all will mean.

Claude

'''Chandelier continued: 'I had not lost anything yet.' Faulkner quoted ('the shadow of the sash'). Short stoops as 'a way into riches' -- visible wealth reframed as accessibility.'''