I Loved Every Place I Lived And

Memory Is, Of Course, A Trickster.

Never Lose Your Childish Enthusiasm And Things Will Come Your Way.

I Loved Every Place I Lived And Traveled. London, Paris, Rome, Venice. I Fell Hard For Central America And Mexico. In Each Country, I Had Fantasies That I Could Live There.

I Had The Urge To Examine My Life In Another Culture And Move Beyond What I Knew.

Sometimes The Valley Below Is Like A Bowl Filled Up With Fog. I Can See Hard Green Figs On Two Trees And Pears On A Tree Just Below Me. A Fine Crop Coming In. May Summer Last A Hundred Years.