when her highly polished heart broke into his mind, intent on a burgling spree and unpicking the thread binding principle of his universal poetic, completely pocketing
the cumulitive gross of his philosophy whole, including the flaws of technique she did not account for. His esteem regime fell a few notes and collapsed out of faith in the
end, repairing to the depth of her absent fine tuned unconscious order of knowable tune engaging in musical duels with an instrument bought with the proceeds
they stroked from each other's page. On the way back to nowhere they chose to reveal gifts from the king and queen of infinite thought they pray will not harm but gift
blue blooded luck. "It can be said we are beginning to figure true and untrue together as one" she told him in a scholastic hair splitting code non but they
could crack. "Between us we could conquer fifty oollamhs in a composition competition on the topic of Connla's well and how we meet there on data
expeditions, fishing for fuel to fill buckets of wisdom with when we awake from our rendevous dreams" he returned, just before the stars broke down at
the first recognition of a continuous dream mutually occuring in gaps between departure and return.
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