By Paul Goldfinger, MD, Editor TropicanaForum.com
It’s a quiet Sunday morning in the East Village. In front of a church, it seems odd to see a lion. The lion looks towards the church and is contemplative. He carries a shield befitting his role as king of the beasts.
But, in contrast to that, he stands quietly mute, as if on guard against any evil that might appear in his small peaceful territory with his subjects, the pigeons, at his feet. He wants to be the protector of anyone who might feel lonely and who would sit on those benches. You get the feeling that he would roar if it became necessary.
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