Will Kearvell
Joined July 2022
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Willing proponent of nostalgia.
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All The Roads That Lead To Us
If walls could talk, we’d speak of ‘them’. If walls could talk, we’d tell of ‘us’. The lights lived on as we kept vigil. Sometimes they would come, more often than not, they would go. But, always the lights lived on. Where were they now? Never here, always there. Their songs that filled our roads, their laughter that came and went. Never here, always there. Music from a piano, sometimes. Down our road and shared between us. I would find it last. Sometimes, it would stay, more often than not it would go. I listened and I searched.
By Will Kearvell3 years ago in Fiction
