justwrite 12 december

this time the sky is filled with moon spread thick across vacant clouds surprised by the attention

not to mention the disgust entrusted to each camera lens the angles strangling the strategy where you can see the sideview of due diligence the repetition of corrections again again and a tendency to use the view as an excuse for excess the correctness of continental breakfasts the checklists that don't amount to Xs and the messes left behind when the combined charities overcome by disparities are combed over into hopeful accounting with no senseless flounting or flouting of jewels in the vocabulary crown drowned out by the steam of too much sunshine twining its tail between the hedges instead of the hogs and it's the dogs that ought to have the first turkey to trot but you've got that mostly right and tied up tight enough for supposition of another position as potentially beneficial