During the reign of grey rocks, some told oxidized, some gloomy quartz, some even sandy grit. In the transit of time before time into the earth but also after time, the rock grew fabled. Increase is earth, abetted by the long year light. And life as proscription dotted the meager firm plains. Thus deities in the motion towards such extremity as of reverse of obverse, were mulct and sped. Life as a keen subject produces a tale of wordless friction. Days needed language to follow guffaws and grunts. Corn must grow abetting, and deep carrot of information. Dulcet trees must presume the land. The snorting mulled thinking people in presence must begin a-singing of ramparts and spatial liberty. Lillibulero. Cattle looked slightly while grunting in the tender place, the Age of Anything Else. And so parts become, or only almost.
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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