A recent heroine reminds the populace not think blockades to creativity. She does, she does not teach. The chalice overturned remains a chalice. One sees blood hues where the wine was. Watch the daylight savings shift locations from our place where we amend our pulse. Patterned seeing sames its way toward mental heatlh. Ribboned headlines form a silken path. One dreams along what has gone far from our beginning. I watch her taste her teeth, I'm hearing ease of message. Chiming in on individual dexterity for a mirroring of daylight. How the sun and so forth is not something else.
In motion, the endurance, quiet, and the limited appeal of cubicles
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