Walking down the Thames...
my mind cluttered with thoughts...
of a day filled with stress...
my mind foggy and blurred.
The dampness of the rain...
the coldness of hte cobblestones...
and air of soot and smoke...
the fog rolling thicker.
Of all this going on...
it's the fog that stays in my mind.
The fog rolling in...thicker and thicker.
The fog, with all its dampness.
Yet, a beauty creeps in with it...
of an old city of mystery...
a city of itself cold, yet full of warmth.
London you facinate me...
with your cold damp fog... of Londontown.
At the heart of the eight compelling nonfiction stories and five-article appendix which make up Dreams of the Immortal City Savannah is this interesting question: What would your life mean if you were living someone else's dream of what it should be?
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