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Estuary

 Look locked in in straightforward carriage. Estuary proves the rich convocation's extent in watered minutes. Processes mix in natural quandary and the figure of this living thinginvokes mandatory minute. Landscape meets seascape in diatonic reverie. A dream of diatoms and ooze spends surplus in the garden. No one dreams but holds the connection. A compound of River, silt, and life lit states growth in beguine. A crest in anticipation joins crestfall memory, splurging to belong. Remember sweet water tumbling the landscape, and the ocean massif of steely salt. Wow, the lanes of living your inkling strays of memory. Music on the concourse.


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