So this guy passed through our neighborhood on his journey to the golden gate. I'm just bummed we didn't get the opportunity to help him along the way. Too funny.
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And something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own way, deciphering that fire, and I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing, and I suddenly saw the heavens unfastened and open. ~Pablo Neruda
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