"As to the past, I would not mind retrieving from various corners of space-time certain lost comforts, such as baggy trousers and long, deep bathtubs.
The days of my youth, as I look back on them; seem to fly away from me in a flurry of pale repetitive scraps like those morning snow storms of used tissue paper that a train passenger sees whirling in the wake ...
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
The days of my youth, as I look back on them; seem to fly away from me in a flurry of pale repetitiv...
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