I can’t help thinking of white sakura blossoms. I think of an out-of-time convenience store. I think of train yards, bitter teas, war, peace, and canola fields. I think of Cowra and how, perhaps, it is time to visit again.
I can’t help thinking of white sakura blossoms. I think of an out-of-time convenience store. I think of train yards, bitter teas, war, peace, and canola fields. I think of Cowra and how, perhaps, it is time to visit again.