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Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
YOU and are not us.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
