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It ends, as it began, in a garden.
Our homeward step was just as light
Crowley’s garden, to be precise.
In a small cottage by the sea, two beings stood side by side.
It wasn't simple, or perfect, or easy. But they were trying, and they were together.
Life goes on. Love goes on.
One could, perhaps, call it ineffable.
As the dancing of Fred Astaire
The Angel of the Eastern Gate leaned over to place a gentle kiss on the Serpent of Eden. The sun began to shine over the water.
It was going to be a nice day.
And like an echo far away
And perhaps the recent exertions had had some fallout in the nature of reality because, as the sun rose over London, for the second time ever…
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
And although they had no way of knowing, I assure you that it happened, just the same.