O Sunflower waiting anxiously to learn if it scored that position in HR that it applied for: of course constraints exist in the human wind. Poll numbers, poll numbers, but sunflower roots delve into real earth. Symbiosis with the sun, turning its head to the real light, by no means wigged out. The field becomes a-gasp with fecund rife. Birds pluck seeds while verity flares. A field of universe in the play and ploy of forces and saturations. No sickness exists but the proceeding moment. Someone thinks they harvest but the entire animal is free. Sunflower tall as stature, ripe as genome, the wind itself a farmstead. Largeness in the tiniest seems like concerto dollop in Bach's flair. You are only as rich as your plantation. Every act involved and the temerity ordained in just this touch, of wind, in the foliage, now.
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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