I can almost hear you ... Only for me to know silently, what passed in this time ... And how sometimes I am not but here, near you ...
I have kept busy and occupied with words, some of which I have still to type from thoughts to many many words ...
- For starters ... From our time in a village ....
A peal of bells
The children's yells
The river trail
- Cornwall ... Hobby horse in Padstow ... May Pole ... Lanyon Quoit ... Lands End
- The sounds of a town ... not necessarily rhyming ... Either ...
- The wind whistling through like winds past ... Doing the Duke of Edinburgh and making the local news for we got caught up in a blizzard ... They made it sound so dramatic ... Dad picking me up from the police station ...
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