No one waiting down memory lane…

Long ago I went to Rome
 As pilgrims go in Spring,
Journeying through the happy hills
 Where nightingales sing,
And where the blue anemones
 Drift among the pines
Until the woods creep down into
 
A wilderness of vines.
There is this thing about nostalgia  – it is a diaphanous bubble, seen through a magnifying glass. And because it is magnified, the colours are brighter, [...]

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