I laughed from the window ledge, a wadling Puffin walking down the busy street, wings covering eyes. He was lost unless he had planned this a thousand times, to espy the vanquished, those universal global warmers - the tombstone sayers of Acacia Avenue. There's too much of the wrong traffic daily debating those diesel fumes.
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Imagination fires the soul, resolution the longing.
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