Somewhere Only We Know

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on
So, tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin

- Somewhere Only We Know, Keane

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It's not the same field that he and Turner watched all those years ago. That's all the way back in France. But it's close, a near thing, and Pierson thinks that Turner would have liked it here if he'd had the chance to see it.
The thought of it pulls a bit of the weight off his chest. It's easier to take a deep breath.