Such a pretty house and such a pretty garden
I should probably use this, Especially after last week. I just have no clue of where to start.
Flights. That's a safe bet.
There have been few moments in my life more beautiful than flying over rolling foothills in late afternoon watching the sun reflect off small pools of collected water while listening to How I Made My Millions (Radiohead). It was something reminiscent of the tinking of the metal bar over the raised notes in a music box. I hope I never forget it.
Sitting on the stairs across from Irby listening to Sweet Thing (Van Morrison) and Moonlight Mile (Rolling Stones) while reading Ruth Hall comes in at a close second. It was sunny, windy, and not too much of either. And I really needed to be alone. It was good.
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