I'll wear a collarless shirt under the northern skies -
I'll wrap a yellow scarf around my neck -
I'll walk with my companions over windswept moorland -
We'll cross the borders of ancient kingdoms -
We'll hear the dangerous sea beneath our feet -
We'll remember the past journeys we've made together -
Each day will bring new stories, memories to hoard like new minted coins -
20.17
Thursday 20 July 2017
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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