Some doors open on a thickly-peopled air Of moving shadows, those whose lives, long gone, Were spent there.... Some on a waiting silence - of expectancy For those to come; some to the musty smell Of mere desuetude; and some in constancy To the long loving years of sweet content In which the light of sun and moon have blent In lasting light that bids all dark farewell - Of such will this room tell.
Mary Stella Edwards, 1962.
Thursday, 13 May 2010
Day 3: The Portable Writing Desk (May 3 2010)
The portable writing desk is supporting the white shelves above. They have come away from the wall. I opened the drawers and looked inside. One by one. This was the first.