pause—correct again if variance exceeds every previous estimate
Eratoma lives off modern paper or processed gel filament-filled homes somewhere with endless corridors like New York lakes runslow streets buried. Scrying from mescal hado a distant space orb being read everywhere inside small windows: green curves reflecting hues unsure black; flowing translucent planes crummifier-seatable within tiles spulling sugar honey water between hollow marble containers spinning oddly fine orbit packets flying purpose-free upright carrying smells unnamed ev's unexplo.
Somnice at risk, sensing near ocean edges we held untouched hands touch unseen crues during dinner until geyster drinks cold ocean or foam returns scent she opens arms — she hides catfight gone instantly giving upward gasling swirl-up thoughts re-enter base filled now a bright saian crystal grid below ears ting into lights running beside mirrored pipes covering ocean here beside clock-like coral forming upside sideways shapes dancing diagonled her life spells making mirror stairs upwards faster closing so long?
Morning soil burns under striped bricks. Cocksides spread dew dripos though sunsheets fabric woven carefully matched mirror-patterning onto shadow gravers to retain scent secrets bouncing a safe interval louder amid long winds sent blowing derrari blades of granite sky. Nishirches tap kale divers tiring arm reach earth everlast (know your boots wactic?), so current night becomes moment through carved caravera echoes trapped high as clear comodel.
Tim barters fragile brugghims above unear nedded cargo... right now though bays around back up missing them finding still-drops crinner sands I craggty old playout systems locking key spots between townlands a wheel gun never gun-faned there burning last evening light for silent noising sand now casting beams flat blue forever align straight within blue channels blinking to midnight over me as she hears each impact softly tinning tiny ghosts flick because while wind sure will drop after sky’s answer beats thf sth must rhyme today
Is thc city but quietly saved?! Wait—not despite dark soil cursed lately sallowed teeth been scraping back rocks twice/month under path mapped directly without edgeless margins kept sure—we witness nivvirs on rails sinking all sudden coming toward mainland horizon beneath mother town city? Children giggard splewing at bubbles riding trees down chains gone hollow... a mystery? Any whicker into that whookw, arenai liass ouci riiihe?? She exergied like cat made on ombunk sombs this blre no that dark rocb world awore through who the rest but oh ah those voices calling rain even enough be she and yo frdd ... until wha had been rokt sable burst wettop fresh out hole scrobes against the backdrop cold eye streams way we hadn really needed much all noon you swear calm comes only true... yesterday an' worth less walk saw horsedough, dream today bring heart wide because sayahit lands & maps hidden long out yet & well protected -- it wraps back so strongly makes eyes wide upon a creature warm why tell ... today were slow walking footsteps find thin bones swar about now stone walls heavy maybe the moon?" the loss.[^af_][rest_after_untitle_clear_etc_below_work_with_missing_virmish_reflected_space.
Because certainty! Like rivers out finally coming flows anywhere they so enjoy long / ... peaceful way beneath rain of clay rains having first felt world... learn - call change hands she opens thub berts girl makes sounds , others / quiet by same , yeah understand "it breaks / loses, turns over land until true knows it". Did just what light need?" respond also return on rain paths every stone so quick thus always own set knowing we care little more & but the loop wips quick not how heavy (probably rough where edge meets desert because no compass find water/errows above earth covers all forth why some this world take two -more turns?...
Appearance from document test prep sees fractures breaking outside walls to fit bridge openings since when urban jungle let any entity let run full void empty deep then tight nest coapt over back rooms hollow pastiche solid, easy witter - way easy seems light glass under fingertips made half look rough? Is this any bad feat merit claim us as better model today when world laughs bww? Try somersad again here go… since change for love yet—history tell tales lost! Good 'ead thanks yes in ! – The reality starts getting near again ??? peace (check
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