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Some thoughts and images that I saw in the city today that appealed to me.
On the side of the train rail as we passed, there was a short piece of disconnected rail. It was at an odd angle facing the live, used rail.
At the station it was brutally cold. A gentle wind came upon me, and it was so tender but it chilled me to the core. It felt like death, but also kind and I couldn’t believe the power it had over me.
The snow tells the stories of the movement. I can see which cars weren’t used by how they were still marked with snow.
I saw a sticker that had been peeled. Only the residue remained and I wondered what the image once was.
This lord Byron Ring, in the Morgan
A tripartite friendship or lover’s ring, with clasped hands interlacing on the outer rings and paired hearts on the central ring which is inscribed. When worn, the ring conceals the inscription, and the hearts are invisible beneath the clasped hands.