Words I Wish I’d Written: Ad Hoc Repairs

It was less the antique feel— the red and gold lacquer, or the translucent panels and low ceilings, styles and skins— than it was the general air of dishevelment. Dirt snuggled in corners, rust peppered surfaces, ad hoc repairs had become permanent by the sanction of passing time.

— Michael Flynn, On the Razor’s Edge

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