The plaster crumbles to reveal bricks and mortar that hold stories of their own. Who broke a sweat and maybe their back too as they built this wall? Did they have a young family? Or maybe someone more transient, working here and there and moving on, catching a train to their next adventure?
Great thoughts....I always think like this...oh how I wish walls could really talk...
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely amazing work ;O)
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