Let it be so. A delicate penny-farthing equinox. Sunrise over moon glow, a seduction of light and life reborn. All you need is one happy thought, brothers; sunshine and oranges; a red squirrel; a monkey puzzling.
Sixty degrees north of the dark side of the moon rests a tale of two cities. Do you see the good news or the bad?
There, on Westminster Bridge lies a rope, one brogue and a silk neck tie. What ramshackle existence ended here? Or, what lost boy found himself once more?
You can only follow someone else's train so far before you fall down a rabbit hole. I like to think those articles abandoned on a bridge were abandoned, not for death, but for life. They represent a one way ticket to follow a dream, to build a new way of life.
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