Time flies...

It doesn't seem possible that we're beginning our fourth summer in this dear green place. How did the years get by without my notice? Time flies when you're in the right spot. Looking back, all the summers seem like the same full season. I can recall things that happened, I can remember the weather on that day, but not exactly the year. Everything that has come to us here still is. None of it has quite gone away. Nothing is lost, whatever changes.

I wouldn't call Saluda the town that time forgot. Maybe she is the town that forgot time. Anyway, I'm thankful to be here. This place was home before I ever knew it.

Henry's books.


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