If only the world knew...beauty.

It is 1030 miles by car. Now you know I'm leaving, and 12,000 miles of open air, won't stop me believing that that faint foot fall is you.

sally, sally, sally.

The future.

Eyes. Small, blue, pearls.

Catalpas and maples all around us.

American hot dogs.

Banjo for someone, somewhere.

I've finished entries on Cats on Fire and Allo Darlin'. Hmmm...So there is Jacques instead.