Dear Ginger,
Were you listening? Spent the whole day and part of the night driving slowly thru China's scenic mountains. singing the songs that to me are so dear and enjoying nature in her most pleasant mood. At one particularly lovely spot, I stopped to enjoy a glen and altho I could see no flowers the scent of the greenhouse was in the air. Of course, I was alone and lived again thru those happy experiences of yesteryear. Sang many of the old songs and recited what I could remember of heart throbs.
Today I continue on to the airfield to mail this and a little woods flower I picked in the glen then I return to my tent home to stay awhile.
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