Every little simple simpleton. Arose from a fortress once long ago. It tainted the rails and let a sliding wayfarer seduce its way to our hearts. The pinace the grimace the foster affection from the mounds. I lean forth and accept.
Friend shrine, Antiquete the semi guild. Assumptions leading to merit. Actuality inferno. Ponder the grain of sand. Intellectualise far and wide. Read me. Send.
