This furnace yacht, a correspondence amid branch and branches
Stuff upon the lurk amid this proletariat. Swings and peat. Matriculate at first (a second wave to come). These blessings. Are we thankful. Center strange. Appellate court room full. TV. And you at back in brackets. Noon day sun. Monsoon. No matter what occurs, occurs to me. Rinse cycle. No deliberations. Here comes course of action. Catastrophic. Lurch. In situ. Plainsong, steel unclasped. The steering in a column, still.
i hope you have more up your sleeve.
i enjoy it that much.
wld like to see a book of these
someday.
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