Flowers Shall Grow

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

Edvard Munch

The past 24 hours have been a little rough for the collective ego of our fair city. But a bad day for the ego is a good day for the soul and while some are still mourning Sunday's loss, maybe we ought to stretch it out and celebrate our achievements. Here's to the next page.