The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; the — Beryl Markham, West with the Night
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The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; they huddled round a burning log, leaned on a certain table, or listened to those certain songs.

— Beryl Markham, West with the Night
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