Nuance instruction. I felt the breeze by noon. Allowing myself to command the seven. Entering the place and striding. Filter streets move past and present morphing.
Dim lit inspiration. Precursor to the void. Tangent to where I want to be. Liken to the maven academy frog leaps to the bottom of the barrel. Initial offering. It seems to be a walk in the park.
Think of it as going βdog styleβ, or use it as a means for reaching wistfully into the present. Rolling down the window will change the tone drastically, I leave that choice to you.
Fuming insepid brief encounter. Toiling in spruce bridging the variables. Trekking it seems but all it seems to be. Is the version it has always been. Blind article.
