My first real pal whom I stayed in touch with even after relocating to London. The photograph of him on his Triumph motorbike in 1961 is the last I have of him before he died of a blood disorder.
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Siren sea sounds — oboe squawks, Aroused, nay awakened, by Mort (Is that a string quartet I hear?) More especially the tapping b...
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