Gwyn Michael:
1895
Gwyn Michael:
the crippled chair carried herself with poise and dignity
Gwyn Michael:
from any angle she was a looker
Gwyn Michael:
movin' on up
Gwyn Michael:
drainspout became disoriented after the fire went out
Gwyn Michael:
this is where we are
Gwyn Michael:
refusing to fade into the woodwork
Gwyn Michael:
have a nice day
Gwyn Michael:
saying hello to myself by reflection
Gwyn Michael:
framing myself by dusk
Gwyn Michael:
she likes to communicate by post card
Gwyn Michael:
catching a breeze
Gwyn Michael:
shadow master
Gwyn Michael:
electricity pays homage to fire
Gwyn Michael:
another fine mess
Gwyn Michael:
the last tennats were rather sloppy
Gwyn Michael:
fun with shadows in the fading light
Gwyn Michael:
a monument to days gone by
Gwyn Michael:
beam me up said captain verizon, and my trusty soldiers too
Gwyn Michael:
blind in the attic, the camera is my eyes
Gwyn Michael:
wavy
Gwyn Michael:
sir robin meets his match in the senior wing
Gwyn Michael:
the only evidence she left
Gwyn Michael:
predictions of a brighter future for this old gal
Gwyn Michael:
lets get down to the bottom of things
Gwyn Michael:
rusty metal gets around
Gwyn Michael:
another empty room
Gwyn Michael:
tragedy in the loo unveiled
Gwyn Michael:
going up
Gwyn Michael:
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