I found Vanja and the most amazing of occurrences: Rosie, half Bosnian half English living in the south of London. At only four month she was all the counsel I needed. I loved living in Florida because I had friends that were completely unrelated to me as a child, but I was still a child. I guess many people find this same occurrence. I was visiting a home and what is more a family. Rosie has this jumping thing I guess you call it hanging from the ceiling. And she jumps and she is Rosie. Completely herself. She learned to roll over shortly before I arrived, but she hadn't quite figured out that she couldn't crawl as her amazingly active lags dug her arms and head into the carpet. She screamed with frustration. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but she couldn't and she didn't know why. As adults we sat around and knew without a doubt that time will bring answers. We know how to help her. She's only been doing this human thing for four months. I've only been doing this human thing for twenty-five years and I still find my head dug into the carpet screaming. We find frustration in not seeing solution. There is a solution to life and thanks to Vanja and James and Rosie I found a rosy interlude with cigarettes in the kitchen.
Everyone son. Everyone daughter. And in London the circus continues.
I'd like to go to London and find a cake walk where we all move place to place each with our own to the music as it plays and in a pause stand and find banana chocolate crunch love in her place. It's first who we find next to us. Second who we are. Rosie my new friend at four months.
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