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.
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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