Teeming seems arresting in the moment but Water gathers in the gravity. All gravity apportions into meaning to. You drink, you cool, you rest. Entropy fills in peace. Radiant ground opens, a source appears, a name begins. Rock provides stasis in the livery of time. Have you looked forever in your shortest glance? Lodgers of gather in praxis shimmer. Landscape steers. Where somewhere has been: you could be racing. A leaf, a feather, once here. The end of stopping startles. Generosity. Stars fly expressly above the venturesome, attracted by the musical stylings of moss. Just moss, not lesser deities. Practicar muse formulation in so many, or few, words. Words. Les fruits et légumes qui ne sont pas vendables sont jetés.
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