Another cruise ship appears while you sleep, it waits outside your kitchen window when you wake, a quiet nod, a gentle greeting, Manhattan lying grey and shivering beyond. You try to take the wink, try to will story out of your unbreathing creative mind, but the wind blowing through your window is so cold, you think your heart will never thaw again.
You win some,
you lose some.
But at some point don't the two need to even out?
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