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The walk around the corner to work; in the cold January morning.  I breather the cool air and clutch my book I carry.  A few naked trees wave their branches at me.  Hurling breezes of poetic interjection that I’m not awake enough to receive.  Should have had another cup of java but lo and behold I am upon the red stop sign and I stop to look both ways.  I turn left and get greeted with more wind in my face.

Dog greets with barks

I make obscene gestures and laugh

I am almost there

He is always there

which is our only difference