And the spitting image of Tree said, Spring is in the air, not seven inches away. And Ducks were like, for every other moment. Weird Cloud stood tall and hankering. It's so much Bach concerto prised from tulip inferred in bulb planted fall. Wily words remain in a human way, filling District, that cad. District associates the rules and seasons, even counts sunlight. There are many Sunlights now, the fad of sentence. Another word, another day.
Walking is not walking if Gertrude chooses not to walk. The premise: Gertrude Stein is not walking. She may be on a boat, not walking, crossing the wide ocean sea. Leaving inevitable France but not walking. Dramatic but not walking. Sentenced but not walking. There were days of walking but not this day. Reading or just looking but not walking.There were sentences full of walking but not walking. Talking maybe but not walking in or out. A time lived and walking was done then if not now. It was a doing and it was a done. Not forgetting Alice who may have had walking done or even doing. The annals say Leo Stein walked along, up to and including the degree of not walking, along. Those flower names walked along, Matisse, Picasso, Laurencin, in varieties. An adding war or two closed or opened anything jump. Apollinaire in the historical. Languages of shapes and sizes bounding for just the time and a little beyond. And that was the how sentence. In that time but also forward until readi...
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