Punting the Cam ... I dreamt of it last night. It is March, and I long to be in England. I actually was in Cam in May, but the first time, yes the first time was in March. I came across this photo a few days ago and had a vivid memory of my friends Roger and Adam punting us under this bridge past Queen's College. I ache for the island of my ancestors, almost to an insane degree. I dream of soft British street silence, the taste of rain in the air, and the feel of breeze over the Cam.
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Stacy! That's a spectacular (though chilly-looking) photo! Memories brought on by found photos are powerful, aren't they? Thanks for sharing this memory and picture!
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