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As i walk across the street, the dog searches the wet pavement. He is looking for joy. I stand under the flickering streetlight as the mist rolls over the ridge. As the hours slip past in the dark i find the worries slip past in my mind. The dark and the damp wet the glue the binds my mind to itself . I am free. I am a Golden God.
