There was a crack in the paint, exposing wallpaper beneath. He knew he shouldn’t pick at it, but the wallpaper seemed to tell a story: A baby, a boy, a young man on horseback, a bugle. Each day he flecked off a little paint, widening this window to another age.
9:59 AM - 10 Dec 2017
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