Sydney by cab
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I’ve heard of thousand dollar bottles, dug from Napoleonic cellars over which a shopping mall was soon to rise.
I’ve heard of thousand dollar bottles, dug from Napoleonic cellars over which a shopping mall was soon to rise.
What she said added to my later tears but there were so many of those and their reasons flowed into each other so easily that I can’t distinguish their flow today.
Maybe I am an escapologist and this is a show? Seems unlikely.
Their laughter isn’t loud. It is a lovely, moving event. They are gone quickly.
Imagine winning the lottery. Then imagine winning it more than once. Meet Nancy Kerrigan.
There is no peace for them, so there must be no peace for anybody. That’s their reasoning.
Kathleen and me had been up late talking. She talked about babies and I talked, through a bit of beer, about getting away, going abroad before babies. Getting away.