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Today, I go to see London again. I see London every Sunday if I feel productive during my week. It’s my way of cheering and treating myself with the crowd. River Thames is a murky mess again but the buildings are clear. I head toward the Anchor. This time, after getting my Peroni, I sit in a different corner, dimmer and darker. This time, I also make sure to light my JPS after drinking up the second pint. It helps my imagination travel beyond myself and into the present. I no longer think about home in yesterday and home in tomorrow. I only float in between.
