The clock struck; it was also a slow walk into the arboretum.
My solace place during my student days.
The sound of the clock chyme is as audible as it was 30 years ago.
Images flashes by. Moments to ponder.
But the times, they are a changing.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
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