A few words in the landscape, planting familiarity. Iffy franchise correlating water in freshets with flawed bounty. Sometimes the engagement falters. If not feathered with fishes, the stream may perchance effect under-radicalized situational landscape. A beaver might start something with earnest application. Progress heralds lack of progress by simple elongation of watery raiment. This stream can be recognized as a rivulet of spent snow or some equal upheaval in short time. A stream could just bolster the time you put your foot in, deep as exciting. Or mud reproves the docile days. Where do you stand when you seem to be standing? Fair resonance in time for the word of ever. In your time, that is, as the reminder comes to you. The stream in its station passes you by.
It begins with a scanning of light, a settlement of words. The lightly fracture of Bird sound begins in the office of seeing. Not sentiment but sense, as cool as Green in the Early days. Pasture resists nonpasture, no one Refers to none. All remains including nothing. Morning Is belief and there simply there. Tides go freshly to the point.
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