Sunday, August 21, 2005
August 24, 1972.
I had already read the book, but that day was my first journey to Hanging Rock.
On that faraway day; still, sunny, pre-spring; I thought I saw eternity or heaven.
Maybe I did.
The mother of my first two children was there. It was at Hanging Rock I fell in love with her.
is it time for a nap yet? i think so
On that faraway day; still, sunny, pre-spring; I thought I saw eternity or heaven.
Maybe I did.
The mother of my first two children was there. It was at Hanging Rock I fell in love with her.
is it time for a nap yet? i think so
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