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Tumult in uncertainty, yet don’t get set on removing the brakes just now. The wanderers are clasping their white details against their chest cavities and such is the way many envision a greater trip to be. Scum of the scrape away the idea that getting fit in shape with forward progress might eliminate the black path. Just listen deeper, know that its faintness isn’t fault upon; the might of myth builders in service of the incessant urge, whatever it may be this week. Tractors use their fingers to convey their dissociation from the harmonies of moving in a delicate way, yet keeling into the quaff of amber in front of them. It can be more anxious to presume the diamond was a part of the dream than to rise from slumber encrypted again. |
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