Cold concrete floors.
The acrid smell of workers polishing brass.
My husbands footsteps sounding off to and fro : The Architect.
HIdden Orchestra's Archipelago blocking out the sounds of construction.
...and the squeak of a 153 black color pencils echoing furiously.
The acrid smell of workers polishing brass.
My husbands footsteps sounding off to and fro : The Architect.
HIdden Orchestra's Archipelago blocking out the sounds of construction.
...and the squeak of a 153 black color pencils echoing furiously.