“That’s it,” says Geoff. “It looks exactly like the picture.” I look out the window of the old commuter train, catching a glimpse of Uncle Walter’s graveyard before it is replaced by the drab Flemish countryside.
“That’s it,” says Geoff. “It looks exactly like the picture.” I look out the window of the old commuter train, catching a glimpse of Uncle Walter’s graveyard before it is replaced by the drab Flemish countryside.