Thursday, April 12, 2007

Monday 26th August 1935

At present I’m sitting near my bedroom window. It is open wide and faces the South. Wind stirring the curtains and softly moaning about the house. I love that sound.

With change in digs, what a change in atmosphere I’ve found! Pages turned…
Koke and I are alone here at present. N’est ce pas!

The wind moans again. With that sighing in my ears, I end Shimmering Haze.

“Cowards die many times before their death;
The valiant never taste of death but once…
Death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come”

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