Sunday, 22 February 2015

1254 : Being Who You Want To Be


The poor lad has been sat on the roof of the pub for decades; probably centuries. Held down by cables and arthritis. Keeping an eye on the Beast Market, keeping a light burning. Some say he is a sailor boy, others say he is Bacchus. After all these years he has a right to be who he wants to be.

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