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.
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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