The tree of apple documents space in time. Boring of course but part of the plan. Freely labour in the apple tree's shadow. It provides welter for everything spinning, who knows why? Perforce all weather is perfect, eagerly, by definition. Welcome and welcome, the blossom presumes. Shucks and certainly as the foliage surges. Then fruit, the mild certainly. There is when, when is there. Every tenement of land posits creative in the inkling. You feel the undertow of passage. Hit the brakes! The jocund fruit falls jingling in blue space. You will enjoy walking in the grandmother's time.
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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