Stairway
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Stairway to the stars

ByLakota Grace

Stairway

Whenever I go touring historical houses, I always head for the kitchen. There I will find where the real work was done, and where the folks that did it hung out.

Although this Southern mansion had an elaborate, curving, walnut-carved balustrade in the front of the house, this simple staircase in back, divided for male and female servants, seemed more honest to me. More edgy, if you will.

Sweetie, if you’re not living on the edge,
then you’re just taking up space.
~Florynce Kennedy,
feminist, political activist~ 

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