The Wall
The wall was alive. Morning light found satisfaction there. It started with a couple torn magazine pages pinned up. Then came others, blue-taped in. The wall became a constantly evolving, revolving collection: Polaroids, watercolours, drawings, concert tickets, notes, postcards. Shaky-handed sketches dashed off by Randy alongside Margo’s hasty watercolours made during her night shifts at…
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