Sunday, May 01, 2016


Gem's Jozi. They had their drives down here every holiday past the kissing tin men. I had my drives past the mountain that looks like an old fashioned race car. The wild area her Dad dug holes in. The house her Grandparents lived in. The plots her family that have passed lie in. Rural England. Green. Calm. Moss on stone walls. Little churches. Farms. Deer. Narrow lanes. Climbing over fences and walking through farms on public foot paths. The stares of cows. Long chats about family history with complete strangers. Time slowed down. Time by the fire. Time with each other.

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