I see it if I decide to look at it.
I just caress it or grip it strongly several times a day. It opens all doors.
I look at it with the fondness I reserve for all objects having a precise function.
I look at it with irony if it combines with the door in an insolent way.
It belongs to the world of discreet but efficient objects: the tableware, the switches and most definitely the handle which reveals deeply the culture of the environment.
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