reshot uncaught the drop stream flare and turned aware the
froth from steam the silky beam of white in creamy balance tight control and
strolling between scenes meaning to know better but the show yet for the dogs
the cats the underbrush – the rush of getting done right, the breath of seeing
the moon bright enough to share and saying so, drinking a little more in
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