To value in a destination, spheres arise to a quest, they are to their destination or the valued sphere, where they to have arrived. Oceans and waves, tidal horizons of dirt plains, bonding stories, set buildings, and skylines at length to travel you near. Walls reclined to a vertical spatial – numbers the sphere, a destination the reclining first star, or our curtailing aperture, whether to reset or find their sunset.

Winter arrived to Chaucer, the mild air of the evaporating Sun, Kip repeater the intaking nascent evening, unfolding her reading aplomb to task the emptying glass of tonic water. The luggage never arrived late, that was never arrive for refuelling those octane Sunsets; finished her words on time, Rome were to receive a newer aqueduct, as the boarding pass collected her the final instalment. Kip awaited ten to the sixth figure, plus those stars dividing the evening fifty to her address book, it wasn’t Paris or an empire, Chaucer’s sphere was comely, the fibre optic mountain, gauged through a self sustainable defecting sunlight or optic powered kinetic armoury deflectors.

Kip preferred the interchanging count, where the fortitude sphere produce a binary visual through both space and analogue time. Thoroughly spent, to the counting of fusion and non binary stars, words fulfilled the night-sky, poems of antiquity, a brief history on semi-conductor shark cartilage, Kip settled in with a fashion show, deducing localized ticket sales. They scaled the hemline defiant, to the hallmarked address book, geisha mouse fond of photo shoots, addressed them in making, there redacted the official hologram: suitors chancing the shark-cartilage, made to measure, holograms dimensions, walked the elevators distance, to the hall, where Greg tabled to their schedule.

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