I... allowed my memory to journey back to the days when I was a boy of ten, full of health and optimism, when my wonder at the great game of living had yet to give way to disillusionment at its shabbiness.
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Live long, my friend, be wise and strong. But do not from any man his song.
The past is always with us, for it feeds the present.
Red roses for young lovers. French beans for longstanding relationships
I write a story in my head. I see the story like a movie.