That was when rocking impossible. When it was something allowed human, and aloud tho of falling. It is almost holding the elbow of, or honest after kindness. Or not just a zone or treatment. It is a small, a landscape familiar to describing landscape. And the human people recognize the impossible rock. Volcanoes can’t be urgently and human to, and neither can you. Verbs were meant to go faster, like helping hands. Nouns were meant to install that place of being, one hand at a time. It isn’t such a tough road, rutted like nuance. Change lacks fastidiousness, often appealing to death. The approach of help seems fathomable, as far as fathoms seem. It is seen or just seemed, like across a border known for skeptical advances. Undue isolation for status, inquiry, and riposte remains as drag on the arm being held. Being in this together is part of being apart.
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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