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a naked man

that night in jackson square. a naked man. running into the park from the cathedral. i go and ask him. talk. why. what are you doing. he just has to rearrange a few things. but he has a lot of work to so. so if i could leave him to it. i smile at him. say okay and close the gates behind him. like a shoe elf in the night.


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