Sometimes, when I look over the edge of the banister, I wonder about what others have seen from this spot over the past 128 years. And when it’s empty like this, I suppose it looked exactly the same — just light and lines.
Sometimes, when I look over the edge of the banister, I wonder about what others have seen from this spot over the past 128 years. And when it’s empty like this, I suppose it looked exactly the same — just light and lines.
