Day 94… As I was walking through Central Park yesterday, I made my way up into Strawberry Fields and there, sitting on one of the benches near the Imagine mosaic, were two friends of mine. I think that I can count, using the fingers of one hand, the number of times in the last three months that I have accidentally run into people I know out on the street. To the best of my recollection, over the course of the past 94 days, including yesterday, that number is three.
you may say, I’m a dreamer, like you, I’m not the only one, everyday each day, I’ll join you until the world will be as one / and I will continue to wear my mask ❤️
you may say, I’m a dreamer, like you, I’m not the only one, everyday each day, I’ll join you until the world will be as one / and I will continue to wear my mask ❤️
Tears flowing. So hoping and praying that one day we will all live as one.