The Stairwell I won’t tell how long I stood on the steps inhaling the old building smell- but I’ll tell you, my knees shook a little with the intoxicating memory of books and empty stairwells and how I craved holding hands, at the start. Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
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Welcome
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touching
wonderfully
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Thank you!
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