a majestic roar caught to sail, harbouring in the dress a fulsome frock of quietness, stood the echoing fold of panorama. Those to the expanding cyan blue, the flatline horizon shall conduct in a trespassing heart to her personified open search. A reminiscent memory, the land of solitude, his horizon locked and bountiful, for there she captivate no dread, the solemn breeze would recover, to shell an open sky, radiant him torn to belief, mapping out a land to her starry eyes.
Adam Blewett * 
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