These steps have been closed for many years.
Growing up, I passed them regularly on my way home. In receipt of religious instruction, I travelled down them.
I cannot dance, or maybe don’t dance, but I clearly remember that there was a sense of rhythm in the moving down those steps – a sense of rhythm that was brought to mind when I walked past earlier this week, for the first time in a few years. It did allow a moment to look back.
Growing up, I passed them regularly on my way home. In receipt of religious instruction, I travelled down them.
I cannot dance, or maybe don’t dance, but I clearly remember that there was a sense of rhythm in the moving down those steps – a sense of rhythm that was brought to mind when I walked past earlier this week, for the first time in a few years. It did allow a moment to look back.
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