We stood then watching our friend Buddy, fated with life, nod and move on after Rosie, his pure heart beating to the tune of her sweet heels. The wings of mystic time beat down on us then, white with snowflakes, time that would whirl us all after our Rosies death and the frame-house funeral. Tragic [...]
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je t’aime, je t’aime, oh oui, je t’aime!
Selfridges window display! Aaaaah! It never fails. But this time. This time! Seriously. Ok, firstly: So, anything remotely philosophical (yeah, I reckon Plato wore stripes) is always going to get me. Anything remotely nostalgic is always going to stop me in my tracks and make me think/feel/long. I just love this sign – don’t you? [...]
