klynnem01
Every time I go up the old, creaky, wooden stairs, I find myself up in a dusty attic. There is a small window through bleak sunlight stretches through, and I peer down upon small houses and shops and the Church steeple.
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creakywoodenstairsdustyatticwindowbleaksunlightstretchespeeruponhousesshopschurchsteeple