The Staircase Wall We Built One Frame at a Time
The first frame that went up on our staircase wall was not chosen. It was inherited, and everything else on that wall followed the same slow, unplanned rhythm.
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The first frame that went up on our staircase wall was not chosen. It was inherited, and everything else on that wall followed the same slow, unplanned rhythm.
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