About the communal family and the first leg of the world. This world, thank you for inquiry. Begin sentence. The communal family has a leg. It strides. Forward is best, crawling with the blank satire of nation. The step is a quixotic have to read the novel implementation. I vow, etc. The world, noisily, and so forth. Legions of letters forming words that name names: they establish a requisite of communication. Communication resolves into the story of spats. Spats were integral to those who wore boots that someone else cleaned. Thus to communicate is to expect clean boots, despite the froth of current imaginary warfare. We rely on forming opinions, because, Sage Voice, opinions insure despite. You own a town and now the days darken under the spell of your laundry. Period. Next expectation.
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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