Simple Theories

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  in a period of time walk over the subtle grasses the blue center of the sky reacts to the nominal books lettered in a simple strange bison standing in the road as winds plan the day and shadows fit snug in places then sun light upon a toad and all is toad

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  Staff must remain wonderful. Allow seizing things. Preparation is immaculate, fed by wellsprings. Decency will provoke softness-involved predicate. Sudden language will master. These tortuous ideas, lively gods, sunlight whiling the day, farm fresh as Idaho, and this address to you:  Not the common thread but days in the morning or evening. Working charm from flummox, diurnal, and radiant. Repeat is pleasure. The sky is blue for us. Machines share ordinary. We’ve been up since dawn. Traces were clearing and running swift. The very thought of foxes. Even crows are smooth. Old times are pennants swapping stories, floodgate banners, tracks in snow, egrets on one foot. We shall go our way, with green custodian.

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