Monday, February 15, 2010

The wallpaper curled back in the corner where the door met the wall, and you could still see the faded pencil marks where someone had scrawled their initials. It was kind of nice, thinking that someone had been in that same spot however many years ago. I wish I knew where they were now, and if they were happy, or if they were still hiding their initials in new places waiting to be discovered.

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