"But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and the window cleaner is the sun.Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,Who is already sick and pale with grief,That thou, her window cleaner, art more effective than she."Never let it be said that this page is a complete and uncultured pile of nonsense and that it makes only the weakest of efforts to keep up the high standards of composition and literary inspiration that the vast army of it's readers i.e. (mostly) bots and AI flunkies expect from such a poor, battered and bewildered author, namely me. Special thanks to old William for simply springing to mind when I took these "window cleaner" photos.
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