You too can be a scamp or, better yet, a boutonnière! You are young like a rock. Your flower shares a voice. Ox Eye, Shasta, or (listen up!) True Daisy bring pronation and extension for and towards the utter eye of fields. All applied as grace note at the musical bar. As such, an asterism made among empyrean creatures in the space of just your kindness. Lark on! The flower fills the bold use of day with the interest of colour. And white petal itself serves no single colour but contains them all. All this found in the village mark of flowers. Language makes and makes again, like forests in our time. Flower lifts assonance to song and the ordinary acceptance of astonishment. See Emily Dickinson there in the select company of words. See the world from the towering sunbeam. Cultivate some garden beyond exchequers and the grisling count. Make sun while the hay shines. This packet flies!
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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