I am a barn door with a favourable rag inclusion. Those trees in the class season slurp with fine rain. I had jest in tropic saddle bottle (days of Wednesday, Woden is naked), tried edgy ladder treason and felt compossible. Will you evince a statute like your ladle did of days? Read further, tactic of pronoun. When your use is fragrant and fits tines, oh, the fork of splendid! Create a bad chancellery in the document marsh, then stage a reference tone for all. I mean a poem, now and then. Create then first, close the participles when time is right.
The work becomes chiding of sunlight. The work is elegy and shaded. The principle ciphers as a god, in the way transience is purpose. Transience works this brief, ending fields, making trees concern. The hell of halting midway identifies the work of burning thru. Forever makes a sign. Sign makes worthy. Indeed the tramp of feet forward concludes any sentences but suggests more. Long sentences, stupid words. The caroling heard by Dante, brilliantine remorse for a better tide. The long road up from down, and turned around. The work then becomes the work now, as stained glass similitude. Anxious in the class structure of catastrophe, the baying song over all. Nothing to do but be done. Ruskin gave you papers to remind you. Slow battering concedes the earth in time. Time being functional and oblique. The worker inside sees the nation by exhalation. Transitive connection sports of culture. The class that ends becomes the class that begins, both left and right.
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