Not to reply at the any night, our evening would have softly whispers, chiming reeds made to stream them in implementations of nightly chatter, they aligned with the attributes to include a sauvely dressed Platypus, recommending with aplomb, or to those and them amongst the well supported, to hear through the dotty racks of sounding willows wisp and recorded reeds.

Connecting to the few of friends who loosely raise the in between thoughts, a bounty of plenty, with many varieties of long fingers, a shortbread in manipulation. Adaptation to those drinks, quite the occupation of the platypus, remembered to plantation pink, never the nullified foolhardy attune.

The willows song had a belong to chorus nippy reeds, chirping lullabies sweet, they sang to the heartstrings, to prophetic love, a truly exceptional sound of chase and replay to the celebrating wisdom, a apprehending to desire.

Recalling natures harmonious interludes, to remember a time when only the place of heart should tear to the souls abandoned curing, a whisper through to another retorted side, our employing county soul, a swain no more no less, in gesture of occupying time to a individual.
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