The Old Days the Lost Days in the halfclosed eyes of memory and in fact they never marched across a calendar they huddled round a burning log leaned on a certain table or listened to those certain...

The Old Days the Lost Days in the halfclosed eyes of memory and in fact they never marched across a calendar they huddled round a burning log leaned on a certain table or listened to those certain songs.
Beryl Markham

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Theres an old adage he said translated from the ancient Coptic that contains all the wisdom of the ages Life is life and fun is fun but its all so quiet when the goldfish die.
- Beryl Markham
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All this and discontent too Otherwise why am I sitting here dreaming of England Why am I gazing at this campfire like a lost should seeking a hope when all that I love is at my wingtips Because I am curious. Because I am incorrigibly now a wanderer.
- Beryl Markham

The Old Days the Lost Days in the halfclosed eyes of memory and in fact they never marched across a calendar they huddled round a burning log leaned on a certain table or listened to those certain songs. Beryl Markham

The Old Days the Lost Days in the halfclosed eyes of memory and in fact they never marched across a calendar they huddled round a burning log leaned on a certain table or listened to those certain songs.
Beryl Markham