{"provider_name":"Hatena Blog","width":"100%","blog_url":"https://bloggingchicago.hatenablog.com/","version":"1.0","provider_url":"https://hatena.blog","blog_title":"bloggingchicago\u2019s blog","published":"2019-02-07 05:02:52","html":"<iframe src=\"https://hatenablog-parts.com/embed?url=https%3A%2F%2Fbloggingchicago.hatenablog.com%2Fentry%2F2019%2F02%2F07%2F050252\" title=\"View From My Bedroom Window Essay - bloggingchicago\u2019s blog\" class=\"embed-card embed-blogcard\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"0\" style=\"display: block; width: 100%; height: 190px; max-width: 500px; margin: 10px 0px;\"></iframe>","url":"https://bloggingchicago.hatenablog.com/entry/2019/02/07/050252","type":"rich","categories":[],"author_name":"bloggingchicago","author_url":"https://blog.hatena.ne.jp/bloggingchicago/","image_url":"https://media.newyorker.com/photos/5a985b4c2c02a1185ef9aa91/master/w_727,c_limit/Crosley-Outside-Voices.jpg","title":"View From My Bedroom Window Essay","description":"Elizabeth McgovernSeen Through A Window Seen Through A Window Looking out from my bedroom window, I see only trees and houses. It creates a sense of isolation, a sense of being high above other people, cut off from reality. Or maybe that's just me. It looks as though it's going to rain. The dark clo\u2026","height":"190"}