15-9-1

You can't see it here, but these are pages from someone's journal from 1992. I don't know how they found their way to my front lawn 23 years later but there they are. There's a brief discussion about a boy she loves, or likes a lot, (what do any of us know about "love") and what to do when they graduate from high school, and a dream of travelling Manchester where "he" could get a job in the music industry and "she" could get a job in a cafe. Simpler times.

And the lyrics:

Days and night falling by
Days and nights falling by me
Soft blue horizons
Reach far into my childhood days
As you are rising
To bring me my forgotten ways.

Carefully copied out.

She must live near by.