I remember how it was to drive in gravel, along the badly carved, long driveway, bouncing against the canvas roof of the clackety 3-wheeler. Switching my view from the endless fields to the imposing building which loomed ahead, glowing slightly against the navy sky. Home.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Today's Cue: I remember how it was to drive in gravel (after Theodore Roethke)
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I know, I know, short. Rather pathetic, one might say. Meh.
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