the loading explodes of its own volition the preconditions having been met in dark alleys while you’re up would you mind getting some water and an otter by the way I’ve heard they’re absurdly clever and in any weather they’ll make you laugh and bring carafes of freshsqueezed seabreeze tiptoppled on their noses and if anyone supposes this is not so then they’ve only to show evidence and I will stand corrected but having been so directed I cannot picture anything else a preponderance of wealth in such an image and I ask your forgivage but that’s all I’ve got going while outside it is snowing and a little horse is thinking it queer to stop without Robert frost too near but those are lovely dark deep woods and they’d be yellow if they could to have two roads diverge within but sorry to be unable to take both with most humble musings and reaching such apples for picking isn’t tricky if you know where to look and well who doesn’t love a wall anyway it’s those fences making good neighbors and those birches and lurching through the American canon as it fires and tires and lights itself again stranded between wide oceans with an inward turn toward fascination a collection of reflections a stubborn rejection along with embracing and the efforts we’re chasing will no doubt pay off and the rest of the scoffers can cough at our coffers all full up with gold that can stay quite more so than an hour with the outsiders in power
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