hendrikboom

This morning before I awoke I dreamt that my grandfather and grandmother were sitting on a couch in my basement, reading old letters they had written to each other long ago which I found in my fathers papers, and finding them fascinating, reminding them of the passions they had shared over a century ago.

But they're really all gone now, all gone under the hill, long long ago they flowed down the brown river under the bridge to the sea.