Melbourne 365: Day 57

We stop very still, and listen very softly, and we can almost hear them, the whispers rustling the curtains like the breeze. What conversations these walls have heard, what parties, people, one hundred or more in this room alone, all but hanging from the gasoliers. And from that, to now… the slow, calm, exhalation of breath that says I am almost done, but not quite… not yet… stay with me… dream with me...

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Melbourne 365: Day 57

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