Hull, Doorways

I am fascinated by doors, those portals to hidden worlds. And there is sadness there too, stories closed, endings made. The doors are ornate at times, creepy even. Victorian flights of fancy, polychrome bricks, rotting wood and peeling paint. Hints of Gothic, darkened corridors behind, where floorboards creak and naked light bulbs cast streaks on brown walls.

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