Those in find the need, to matter, in braid to the nape, or supple elongated cursor, affixed to momentum their combining stylus, they taunt inequity, placing curvature to shape the distant past. The comets tail spoke of individual impairment, aligning time null to their void, generational interception, a stylist rewrote them amending courage, the void, privilege or spatial tale, a galaxy forfeiting celestial bodies.

Transcription remained withheld, the forfeit and strongly recommended, their love for tracery, implosive shallows recollect the hunger games, defiant swain; her softly spoken, supple nails, combing curvaceous, elongated distant epoch. Recommend the day, comely for someone, handsome swains distant past, replicating favour, to forward then emending concise; distance measures the past in precipitation, the curvatures of time.

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