Cardinals are birds, attested by exertions in the middle of a sentence. Their red (male) feathers give rise to their special name because they clutch the spectrum at the same place as those Pope-appointed church fathers who wear raiments of red. The birds were first, red like the beaten afternoon sun. Female cardinals own a rusty orange colour, perhaps to hide better in their nesting covert. The colours of cardinal requires the time each colour takes. We have a love story, then, amidst the trees and breathing world. From the bifurcating colours of the sexes you can impute as you will. Cardinals sing together well, exhibiting excellent triangulation. Judging by the range of calls, they maintain a lively colloquy. Their crest could win praise just for its distinction. Like unto blue jays, titmice, and not much else on this continent, cardinals have top notches. Only the tanager matches cardinals in downright redness, but cardinals have crests, the winning thing. Their beaks crush seeds in the trundle of time. Outside time occurs words, peeps, and other fitting machinery. Any singing matches nothing but a point too quick to map. The flash of red or rusty brown says something piecemeal in the attainable world. You are a clock, Reader, you are a clock.
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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