Apr 21, 2024

Day alone in York

 Literatures, soldiers, history.







Cups of tea, beef vegetable pastie, lots of walking.







Culture, comics, myths and coulers.

Smiles, protest, conversation. Bus rides.

Long early morning bus ride.





Rubbish buskers, Vandalized street art, wrongful protesters Vegan and Fakeastien.





Queues for cups of tea, expensive cakes, chocolate a plenty. Vikings, Thor and pleasant time.

Someone was missing....It was You two.

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MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"