I come here and imagine that this is the spot where everything I've lost since my childhood has washed up.
I tell myself if that were true,and I waited long enough,then the tiny would appear on the horizdm across the field and gradually get larger until l'd see it was Tommy.He'd wave and maybe call.
I don't let the fantasy go beyond that.I can't let it .I remind myself I was lucky to have had any time with him at all.What I'm not sure about is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save.
We all complete.
Maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through or feel we've had enough time.
『When we are scattered afar and asunder
Parted are those who are singing today
When we look back and forgetfully wonder
What we were like in our learning andplay
Oh,the great days will bring distance enchanted
Day of fresh air in the rain and the sun
How we rejoiced as we struggled and pantde
Echoes of dreamland
Hailsham lives on』
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