Hearing of the death of Harry Dean Stanton ...

When I heard the news, I remembered the first time I'd seen Paris, Texas - 

A desert wind had blown against my face - 

I'd heard the music of a wounded guitar - 

The words had been stolen from my tongue - 

I looked back upon the story of my life - 

I sat next to Travis in a Ford Ranchero - 

We left for a place without language or streets - 

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Sunday 17 October 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset