Be Extraordinary.

By MotherWho

Marooned by all but one of his new disciples...

the busker complete his act unfazed. The perfumed air seems to be replaced by a faint electrical smell like ozone after a lightning strike. When the man becomes a sterling tableau in the setting sun, Leah stares into his unblinking moonstone eye. - Laura Treacy Bentley

The happiest busker in Newcastle.

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