Vintage

I stood in front of her bare faced in my oldest jeans, op shop jumper, hair a tangle from the icy wind...

She too had seen better days...

Moss was attaching to her frames, one of her windows had been broken and boarded up and her interior was unfortunately beyond repair...

She was in desperate need of care and attention...

As I ran my hand over her faded blue lightning flash...

I knew...

She was waiting for me and I was waiting for her...

 

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