Palm trees don't exist. How could they survive the only weather in the world. Cold, costly winters and vapid summers would play havoc on anything palm-like. Palms could only exist in stories cleverly whipped up to inspire intruders. The cost of imagination would skyrocket if palm trees were to exist. Poems would need to be written and god forbid even rewritten just to uphold the secular existence of palm trees. Palm trees would require exotic locale and string beans would disappear. Normal weather would start to look pear-shaped and accents would flourish. Normalcy's trademark would look floppy and constitutional emphasis would fail. Here and only here is where here is. That is a fact stacked on a fact in the overcast now engaging the world. Truth cannot hold the truth like this.
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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