The autumn shadows, spread throughout the increasing flicker of flame, those nearby a returning hallowed land, forged the decreasing day, bracken and hide, distance to a informal crest. The nurtured sun the rivers hidden gold, boarding flight 101. Kip the fashionable, held language to the mindful courage, soul-food the bite of music, culture were the investigative spirits. Their introspect, a Rose, the longing day, flight 101 cascading the sun, a brighter round of departure. Encompassing those informal landmarks, the spirit of splice, mass coverage, armistice to the port of circumference, Rome, golden throughout, a eternal meta of Rose and traditional upkeep.

The currency of labour, reduced the shaping Autumn, a fuller timeline, authors of historical cargo, nomenclature disarming Samuel a visitation, words have no meaning to a indoctrinate capital of redress, the pledging gold, cascading rivers, ecology the provision of fortitude. Darwin maple with tautology, fresh produce, redeemable with a hidden crest, theology’s vest and a holster, the reaping land pastural of stones by the maple river.

Time chosen land, the reward for welfare, the spirit sound in a reconciled land. Kip seasoned to those embracing gold, nurtured her land with a recluse motherland, those words shot, as the produce made landfall, the golden minerals of a authored tree, spice or the kindred soul, her exit reuse in protest, pen, or the abating reflection. Nana black sounded the Roman spirit a contesting forgery, for millennium they congested the maple skies with unauthored sword, bereft of Darwin’s soul, inherent to the nomenclature of time.

Bespoke of counsel, reward for fortitude, once the marble arches of enterprise, noble consul, pratitioners of deities, or them kinsman of philosophical reign. The river exhausted over the mediation of time, the kinsman of polar inscription, banked to the sovereign stone of petal and Rose. History were reduced to the fabric of the bereft warrior, spirits reduced to the supporting encouragement of capital steel, souls of the displaced, misappropriated induced warfare. We spoke of tariffs, as those soldiers aged with their garnished gold, the stolen generation, employed by the misinformation of retreating the soil as one should upkeep it with a totality of remembrance.

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