Downstairs Window

Downstairs Window

Rooms

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.
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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.

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