Tuesday, April 23, 2013

                              April 23, 2013

Dear Jane,

Wind Rivers Fifty mile roam
June 2012

                                           "There's a place I travel 
             when I want to roam, and
             nobody knows it but me.
             The roads don't go there
             and the signs stay home,
             and nobody knows it but me.
             It's far, far away and
             way, way afar, It's over
             the moon and the sea
             and wherever you're going
             that's wherever you are.
             And nobody knows it but
               -The long and winding road,

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