I stand at the apex of the time. One foot in each hemisphere. This narrow piece of metal divides the world, East and West, rich and poor, the liberated and the repressed, the haves and have nots. Every time I visit Greenwich Park I stand on this spot. As a child I came with Dad. He held my hand. Then I came with my lover, we held hands. Then I came with my son. I held his hand. And now I come with his son. The Meridian marks time – the world’s time and my life time.
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