across the creek
the old stone steps going
nowhere
This makes me think of an old black and white photograph of a long stairwell—it was beautiful. My brother had been standing at the top of the stairwell looking all the way down. I wonder what he would’ve done with these steps. The marble in his photo looked so soft and deep and very white, I wanted to touch it. I wish I still had that photo. I miss my brother. Here’s to Yulin.❣️
