Darkened hallways, but I felt some air moving under a closed door. It was unlocked. Drab seventies concrete architecture, Brutalist to the max, but: windows, and August wind. I went to the back of the classroom and sat inside the curtains and was grateful and moved; I might have laid my hand across my heart or just said, Oh quietly to no one.
An intermezzo, maybe.
The third photo is my favorite. Interesting perspective.
ReplyDeleteOlivia - Thank you. To me, there was no question about the bottom of the curtains needing to be the focal point.
ReplyDeleteVery interesting, Miss Holly. Very.
ReplyDeleteBeth - Thanks! I try! Haha.
ReplyDeleteOooh. Evocative. I love the last three.
ReplyDeleteJenica - Thank you. Yes, those are the ones I care about...the other two are only to set the scene.
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