I walk in the park and I am in love with Toronto again. It was the City of Light, tonight. As is my practice, I channel spirits, so I walk the streets, allowing the spirits to make their favorite selection of bodies to move in to. I was at Geary and Ossington, standing on top of the retaining wall. Jack, the tourist that Edgar Cayce warned you about, is here.
I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this. I care.
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