I took this photo a few days ago, on the almost-last-occasion of coming down these stairs. I just remembered now how many times I slipped (they were quite steep) during these months (years, almost). I keep telling to myself that you cannot go up a new staircase unless you come down from an old one - but this does not mean I am any less mellow when I look at this picture or when I recall the smell of ancient wood and thick walls of stone. No matter how glorious and beautiful those yet-unknown stairs of the future will be - I will not slip on these ones any more.
Thursday, 1 March 2007
Staircase to heaven
I took this photo a few days ago, on the almost-last-occasion of coming down these stairs. I just remembered now how many times I slipped (they were quite steep) during these months (years, almost). I keep telling to myself that you cannot go up a new staircase unless you come down from an old one - but this does not mean I am any less mellow when I look at this picture or when I recall the smell of ancient wood and thick walls of stone. No matter how glorious and beautiful those yet-unknown stairs of the future will be - I will not slip on these ones any more.
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Could you just send this to me?
I would like to print it out and display on my wall!
Such stairs in that city.
don't be so pessimistic: one always goes back to Paris. It's a rule that cannot be changed.
... and it will be in may. Hideing on that day. If nobody has labs...
Do you want to hide alone or I can join you?
Dear nana,
I droped a fullres version of the photo here. And now I am the photo, too.
Please enjoy!
Tarelle, *heaven*
Thanks!!!
lynx:
Of course! Not without you! You are part of that city. But I'm thinking of hiding with the Slavonic and he might be right that I shouldn't hide ... once you'll be insomniac again, we discuss it.
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