loosely unfolds in red minute that the town will know as the idle may tell unfolds in the past and striding when the town took notice unfolds in red trying greenest unfolds in autumn all the time like gathered drums and pace unfolds soon shadows else a last tree in a hasty time
It begins with a scanning of light, a settlement of words. The lightly fracture of Bird sound begins in the office of seeing. Not sentiment but sense, as cool as Green in the Early days. Pasture resists nonpasture, no one Refers to none. All remains including nothing. Morning Is belief and there simply there. Tides go freshly to the point.
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