As things would have it, cardinals fall into the category of Nouns. No fault to them, happens to us all. Perhaps one should say they fly into the category, with their provocative right and left wings. Meanwhile, lingually correct bird stations at treetop and vocalizes meaningfully, subject: dusk, where and when. Cardinal has long reach. Flash of colour defines if definition even exists. The male flashes red. A rusty reddish finds female. You trip for consistency. Dichotomies instruct dichotomies. Any bird matches machinery of don't blink. Cautionary while you might crab. The cardinal has not changed it difference, just holds down a place. You don't say you noun, you think you are covering story. The last time you were appalled you were wrong. Your noun became a verb, the verb became a form. You went okay like the number one. Sorry, midflight.
From the thing itself, beyond seasoned aptness. Life is like living but blurred by you were listening. Aspect ratio telemetry in myriad languages smooth as rocks approaches time to look. Words piece together things or things find words. Endlessness is a choice, written big in words as shiny as geese. Words simply take the time in radiation and radical point. Stein wrote the heft of nothing special, start there or whatever. You can slowly adjust the franchise, commodity's inner workings. Subglacial quips, subliminal washouts, frantic azure in the breeze of frosty Friday: these special sparking hallways slyly enjoin. Maybe you read too much into reading too much. Further on is where you’ll stay.
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