Ascent, Garlanded
Graça
I stood at the foot of the stairway and let the light decide when I would climb. The garlands overhead seemed to have been strung by someone who no longer lived on this street. Nobody called down to me.
Graça
I stood at the foot of the stairway and let the light decide when I would climb. The garlands overhead seemed to have been strung by someone who no longer lived on this street. Nobody called down to me.