The boomeranging inspiration forms a sunshiny roundabout. Vividly, I envisage the "carousel" being the metaphor for the cycling muse. It's a team of two. You and us, we run the whirligig. Beautiful. Dissimilar cosmoses interlaced by fate shaped a globe of gold stallions in constant motion. You, us, we complete the rotation.
Let's keep each other. Let's keep our Carousel.
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