When beginning returned from the end of beginning, a memory insisted. The insides of drums proved true. An initial had been reformed. Crows flew across the sky. Each tree in the vibration replaced a cause for holes. Otters swam to their own ends, placidly proof swimming. Semi-true beings rewarded cognizance in a pure sort of upbeat. Corn grew to the far side of shade. People decided to churn. This is when beginning got older, like changing your name. The deities had a point, soft as trillium and orchid. A likely planet, then, wandering in the dream of dreamed up provocateurs, cushions, and fresh green grass. Parley this vista among the unknown. Plan to survive yesterday.
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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