I was about 20 mins late to the site because of traffic going thru Balmain...
A modest house dominated by vegetation as though being devoured by the overwhelming inevitable truth. Inside, a window less room furthest away from the door, inscribed on the back wall were scribbles of child's writing. His pen would've swayed from side to side , the tip of the pen felt every bump on the wall. For years these marks on the wall with peeling paint seems unyielding at times...
Little did I know that it would only take no more than 24 hours to remove every trace of it.
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