A child’s voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen.
these are dark times, there is no denying…
I came here once with Mum and Dad years ago. It’s just how I remember it. The three, the river, everything, like nothing changed. Not true of course, everything changed. If I brought my parents back here now, they probably wouldn’t recognize any of it. Not the three, not the river, not even me. Maybe we should just stay here, Harry. Grow old.
“She’s like my sister. I love her like a sister and I reckon she feels the same way about me. It’s always been like that….”