I was standing at the East River in Queens waiting for the ferry to go into Manhattan. The water was rushing beneath me and I could hear horns in the distance.
In a blink I was elsewhere-walking through ancient China near a temple. I heard laughter and saw a tea room. Above me was a bird calling out but, in my mind, it was the temple bell. I am both here and there jumping timelines in my imagination by an invisible thread.
Georgia
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