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Greenfields
January 3, 2011 | Leave a Comment
“Greenfields” it was. The melodic Brothers 4 and on a summer afternoon so fine, each note floated and came gently to rest upon the maple leaves, satisfied. The ’55 BelAir was parked beneath one of those trees, and you and I leaned against the driver’s door as we sat on the cool earth below. We talked about our strength against the world together. It could never pry us apart. We were certain. That was half a century ago–yet–yesterday.
Remember.
