Survival seems likely words, like green in nature. Like creates time and beginning, assertively and green. We can all think of manatees, live oaks, cumulus, and Day. The streets are perfect for Day. Survival, then, it has a place. It hears the ocean, it delivers space. It is a crusty cry sentence with a melody. Filaments wrap into light by electrical charge worthy of celebration. A topic sentence begins the way appeal. But this is no poem, no. No poem is any word but all.
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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