Samarra to Shifnal?
Dear Juliet
If these be dreams, I hope I do not wake...
I hope you're out there, singing in the wires...
I remember your hair, raven black in the light...
Yes, if you're in plight I've been relicensed. And if you need to relocate, just tell me in advance and I'll send the crucial documentation before you take flight.
But the funny thing is it's like it's all fallen back into place with the effortlessness of gods. The Yellow Brick Road restored, its flame burning anew amidst the old stones. Dear Miss Landau updated by accident or fate, bright and alive and free.
Like a man on the road to Samarra, astride a horse with no name...
Time is the fire in which we burn; and if Monsterpalooza was the frying pan, Toronto will be the fire.
What do I think, Juliet?
Well, I think that you too are free, and you should take a few days off.
Climb the steps of Mount Seleya via the strawberry stand, Carmel River Inn and Gibson Beach. You have a perfect right to a little solo break, and quite some need.
As Maxwell and McGarrigle maybe said, only "the rocks remain." Take time at Gibson Beach in the shadow of sunset's song. Inlet's tide endures, the night is long. The green light subdued 'til break of dawn.
Love,
James


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