Tag Archives: Rupert Brooke

The Imperious Mystery Of The Way

It’s my last night in my own bed before I head off to that airport vicinity to stay in a hotel tomorrow night. Then Tuesday I think I’ll climb aboard a flying machine and get me to Californ. I. A. … Continue reading

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