Evidence Evidence October, to fully wake under the birch's gold corridor, would admit our cells once wavered as light in the dark overture. The star-nosed mole retains proof her particles are not far from the celestial. Ad-libbed red, a solitary maple unhooks downward spirals that burn with the argument.
Stargazers upturn lily-heads in a vendor's bucket.
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