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Stars crumble because détente. Rash or Russian perplex of gravid Death of Scholar Pants resumés. A fleece pantry exists (patent pending) whereby once needing fleece conveys the exactitude of place for the wherewithal of finding exact change idiom. There is no idiom like the one I got. Haul bleak primogeniture to Everest fan base. Collectible has been meets referent hornswoggle. Accept the Dutch rendering of detritus. Fardel creampuff resists placid sentence. You redeem mirror pressure with honed hem and haw. The place love conveys in a wetland of words, for rich forgiving, you who expect. A sentence cannot convey a sentence, it must remain town of sentence. A sentence of Everest night exactly without much air or where to go but up or down. Down among the trees that do not disappear. Up to the end of logical approach. Both hit the mire of simplicity.

Sorry This Is So Easy

A graft on couldn’t time stops short on the edge here, sunlight. Parcels invade birdsong, become birdsong. Referent stops with masses, even an apple blossom, even a sky that includes cloud and not clouds. Those are the posies used as posies, the flowers of the field as the day begins. These are the hedgerows along winding until some midmorning standing there. Further on is another analogy for staying put.

Patches of Encumbrance in the Daily Town

In the incredible place beyond the stars and requiem, furtive tho grey edge of a sunset dodge, even include a starburst of red light like something telling. Layers of life explain layers of time, until a town becomes a central theme, like snow melt. Longer than a sentence and with dire vowels to sound, speaking of a place where the water runs, the wind runs, and cooing mourning doves run, these patches of effort become towns with days. Everything displaces the next minute, then protocol reverses the trend. We are nations in the morning trying to explain the bent seasonal smell of these dead leave. Even Dick Cheney is a god unto himself. Introduce yourself to the blanket of your town.

Pass the Day Along

Generous night lays ahead, the eyes of the forest. Green patterns of pond moment realize the edge of sun. Sun bears the light until eyes. These simple moments cross words and paths. Hesitation becomes a glance. There will be deer or two stepping away. Inside the spring voice, the notion of tree and pond combine for hours called space. The green spends in between. Nothing will last until forever, over and in the pond. Versions of frogs and moments combine. The sun spends astonishment. Fox steps away, coyote cools. A field represents a field. No one stands beneath the central tree, all is in. Moments after non-moments and before, a simple tree and simple pond produce an area of arrival. This is time’s person. Person is time’s place.

Can We Talk About Something Else?

Tons of names in divert   tidal. Tapestry haymaker   warrant. That a day when that was   town of primordial such   as is. Patent florid readily. Pound soon after hawk, the clown windshield lane   lament. Startled frog in morning   spring. Poster registry cauldron planting. You   remember Franklin School. That September partial print. Stuff along lines. Doctor Today resists   plastic. Resists   topic sentence   stone. Likely sentence   stream sand by nature cane   sugar. Why don’t you make us some tea.

An Active Outline of Your Document

When leaping into the word, and the file limit, trees have been winter for 78 days. The personal effect of doubt reflects in topic sentences. The benches clear. Africa states its need to be clear. It is an it, from towns of conscious. But we, the tone of free taken, speak a name and ownering. The time of words has escaped. We have a penchant and resistor. Class is a clambake or better still. Better still is the announcement from last night. Children darken. Children who were only possible, were substituted, were sent the mass of explanations. That is the Africa that we grew, right here. You are talking it now with me. The word, then, that classic phase of existence, still seems much. This is the sailor’s life, explained in drowning.