Bumping her heels against the bark, a little girl swings her arms as she sings to an old tree we sit under. The song is about love and loss; of goodbyes never said before and now finally spoken in soft syllables across time This moment is ours only for this day, for it cannot be repeated or rewound as easily as I can with my tape recorder at home on the countertop next to the window when there is too much traffic noise outside to hear anything but static from the broken speaker.¹
AlpacaCamping, from 7 €
Suitable for Motorhomes, Tents and Caravan
