I get overwhelmed in book shops. Too many stories unread. Beautiful books that belong in my home Words to be heard silenced on the shelves I want to read so many of them It’s not the cost of them that’s my barrier It’s the time that I can’t spare.
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Stories are everywhere
Who lived here? From first tenant until now. Who were these people? What were their names, their ages? How many slammed this door in anger? Did these bricks absorb the laughter and joy and mix them with the tears and grief of lives lived together? These letters etched tell a story. Unheard now but inscribedContinue reading “Stories are everywhere”