tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444624899216363472.post3396865257835482990..comments2024-03-13T16:09:27.294-04:00Comments on La Vie Graphite: return journeyspeculatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02726065482584166028noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444624899216363472.post-52948773153775175242014-07-19T09:18:25.648-04:002014-07-19T09:18:25.648-04:00Abraham, very well documented travel in the U.K. ...Abraham, very well documented travel in the U.K. I was just there a few weeks ago, but not on your path. I am still in Ireland and I just purchased a Underwood 315 typewriter for 25. Euros - you be proud!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444624899216363472.post-4138766768931367992014-07-09T22:04:23.876-04:002014-07-09T22:04:23.876-04:00I, too, have traversed that path on British trains...I, too, have traversed that path on British trains, and sometimes I see flashes of the coast and birds, of the clouded green throughways, and the cattle-and-sheep dotted fields. Of all of the United Kingdom, Northern Wales is the most beautiful. Bangor is one of my favorite places in Wales, making my blood zing every time I go there. Your lines “Returning to a place, and wanting to be there, is actually in response to the place calling you to come back. Thoughts become enlivened by the prospects of the object of your wanderlust, of your longing for a very specific place with lanes, skies, handshakes, houses, and aromas. … Consider the phenomenon of a place returning to you. Not as with unpleasant histories, but the opposite, life-giving kind of haunting. These are dreams we welcome, reminders of the flowering amidst our struggling thorns, gratitude as fruit of survival” really hit home. Sweeper of Dreamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00078459443293328745noreply@blogger.com