Traces of a person gone

At the doorway to our bedroom are these little marks, made by high heels in the floor before Bik painted it when he moved in.
Left by whoever slept in this room before, a woman who is most likely dead by now.

I like them.

It’s interesting to see the little traces of the paths people walk.

I wonder what marks of my passing through life I’m making without realising it!

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