Friday, May 6, 2011


Joan fondly looked back on those long summer days with Sandy, hitchhiking with no particular destination in mind – just to get out of town and go. Ending up on a beach somewhere along the coast; enjoying a snack of chips and a milkshake at a tuck shop after a cooling dip in the lake. They always wore swimsuits under their clothes. Once they got rides on the backs of motorcycles with a gang wearing colours. Joan cringed to think how naive they were... and how lucky. Never again did she experience the all-out freedom of that time in her life.

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