Bereft and somewhere deep insane, I wandered the streets between parlors of damnation and intermittent toilets tossed from buckets as streaming liquid sheets of putrescence.
Stumbling lost, dismissed as just another dreg for the dogs to feed upon or the wretched to bed, I was somehow left unaccosted and fumbeled through those darkly smoke-ridden, dismal streets until they one day just faded away into the open, rolling green vales of countryside.
As the rain washed away all traces of stench from me as if cleansing my soul for redemption, I happened upon an elderly farmer needing help with his dairy cow’s milking.
Since then, I bathe in the light of sunshine.
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