Sometimes I just can’t keep up with it all. I can tend instead to focus on things like this step at No. 12 Henrietta St., & all the feet that passed over it, on their way out or coming home. All those little moments, written there in stone.
Sometimes I just can’t keep up with it all. I can tend instead to focus on things like this step at No. 12 Henrietta St., & all the feet that passed over it, on their way out or coming home. All those little moments, written there in stone.
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