The sound evaporated into the distant recourse, players of blue-sky or belonging to a posy, grieving never besets to a cloudless sphere, believing in a question unanswered has no fate, probability rounds in generic ice-creams, the well unaccounted for. Cubs adolescent murmurs; love veiled to the incarnation, as directors of stone, rocks embedded a fortuitous whisper, they are lovers, you see.

Shared their time, and reclined our distant meal, both anomalies for generic promotion, i were strings, players of an instrument, the booking eyes my demise, played at minding the mornings sun. They shared to each a formidable future, mind the cinema encroaching time, retainers bed the store of stone, impersonate to life, lover to those cubs, capacious fertility, umbrellas a fashion unopened.

Made the time, or reclined to the time i made the moment to read the lost pages, they said she was stone, the same lasting stone you buried, the familiar you recognized, incarnation is the continuum of regret, and to fret another timeline, grieves those grieving of thus.

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