Homeward bound Central Park yielded an unexpected moment of hippy perfection from within Strawberry Fields. For a moment nothing was real. An odd concoction of humanity shared in a soulful harmony of lyrics I’ve now forgotten; all but a teenager proudly adorning Charley, and the Birdman expelling seed joined in.
Becoming distracted the moment slipped away. I entered bellow where it ended and went about my merry way.
Becoming distracted the moment slipped away. I entered bellow where it ended and went about my merry way.
Central Park, New York
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