Graham's smoldering corner of the universe...: Hotel

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Sunday, April 16, 2006

Hotel

The heavy curtains fell like old hair. Stained and stiff, they hung in front of window eyes. Host to whores and lawyers, the beds of hotel had their clothes changed each day. The walls heard the fights after barrooms had closed. On other days, they corralled sleeping children while parents visited... Sign in to see full entry.

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