image crawl at the bottom of the screen, where and why, who's the document the faring of echo in text?
as creaks in backyard fence, the porches trust none there inflation can procure, lightening some accent for renaming...
one swirl cracked under the pestle numbered from one to fifty, there were no skips there was no escape...
reentering unencumbererd was the tralala kitchen wards, voicing myrtle and myrrh in sanguine flutters. where, oh why, has heat of the mid-day made him med?
stranger thinkings of the loggorheic and the swiveling. elevations drawn out of persistence's realitized vacancy. no surrender...
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