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The Most Hopeful Part

 Beginning began so it has become a burgeoning time with full-throttle efflorescence and hopeful attitudes towards beneficent Deities and tomorrow’s weather. Sonically the singing cannot not escape into the listening air. Flowers of intent florality reach anxious senses with scents and sensibilities. And so the Deities, full of harp tones and magistrate, bring people together to offer them, the Deities, praise and approval for this or that day, whatever, and green grass. Green grass doesn’t perform much but specifically thank the stars blinking merrily for grass robustly being where it is about now. A need to dance about or wear bathing suits commands most people suddenly in this time after previous time, the air electric. Look about and see the new-made elder world of going on and even on. Side trips to infernos not needed tho imagine the disappointment to have eternity. The Deities prepared us for days of reverence, perseverance, and the crowning disappointment of time passing. Sun up happens in time, the very same time as sundown. The eye blinks, the Deities have assumed. Tomorrow’s weather will become tomorrow while any day will matter most if not often. Poems picked from the language course will seem, eventually, and aches and pains in the meantime.  Chaos begins to condense slow as school, which freshens the horizon with anti-perpirant vigour. Sometimes the Deities wear shoes, which may seem weird but one of those things. Form and name were not prepared for this. Empire was pacified by discussions on the Little Shore. Chaos retains its long form standards. 

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