Anyway it would take another ten years to give the context.
never mind at least ten weeks to sum up the impossibility of such a paradise sublime ....and now I know one thing more, that little one "cmon old man...race yerrrrrrrrrr....hahhh hahhh can't catch me...." over the sun-drenched midwinter high hills of her "picturesque" ....
The context of her mere eight years. Her gran..... when so few would, and no fraudulent ashrams or pot involved, just headed off to the land of the barefoot guru...... alone.... when it was not at all comme il faut....and no one from the hills back then even went beyond their goddam dreary little temperent parish...
