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| photo: T. Krever |
I hadn't noticed the loneliness that poured onto autumn streets from glass walls and transparent lobbies until we stumbled across this door.
Suddenly I remembered decades of crackling old intercoms and weathered hallways I had skipped into, often when cooler weather brought earlier nights and friends waited with dinner and wine and warm talks.
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