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Tag: help

A helping hand

A helping hand

The wooden stairs in the physical therapy room at the rehab hospital were on a platform, with a landing in between two sets of steps. About six steps on the steep side, and maybe ten on the set with a gentle slope. The handrail was wood, on both sides of the stairs within easy reach. Tom used these … read more A helping hand

Posted on August 13, 2016May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories ShelterTags 1999, handrail, help, houses, stairs, steps, Tom2 Comments on A helping hand
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