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let us, sets the scene, be willing as one, let us, parlay vou and us, a we of two, me'n'sie, du, oui, yes us a we of Bully good, no, not bully ****** but good you know the adjective, no, no, never, we are sheep. - the code of the mission positioned We come among you who live among lions, to promise, we shall **** all your lions, and your unicorns, and any other trophy, we wish, and impress upon our soldiers, to wish for, wish to me becoming a mighty hunter, take pride good boy being, in serving sons of kings wives daughters, in Prussia, two centuries back. Slave or serf, or local peasant, miner son, after the mines killed all the grandfathers. - we went to Texas Faith of those fathers who learned to read, decidedly different, - then to Arizona, back to Arkansas then back then back and forth, to California, 2023… core levant in our mindshare, place of peace and clean sweet water a code, acquired from a conversation, with my second granddaughter, as she played at playing the old piano, demonstrator of deep infinity, from the left most key and pedal held, til I hurt myself t'day… I grinned until it hurt, at coknowing snowflakes are never the same, in any given snowstorm, she has seen, close up, she has watched a snowflake form, and she agrees when I say, something must know. That no two use the exact same pattern, right, regulation snow rules must apply to each flake. Real time.
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Mar 5, 2023
Mar 5, 2023 at 4:17 PM UTC
A Kind of Faith
let us, sets the scene, be willing as one, let us, parlay vou and us, a we of two, me'n'sie, du, oui, yes us a we of Bully good, no, not bully ****** but good you know the adjective, no, no, never, we are sheep. - the code of the mission positioned We come among you who live among lions, to promise, we shall **** all your lions, and your unicorns, and any other trophy, we wish, and impress upon our soldiers, to wish for, wish to me becoming a mighty hunter, take pride good boy being, in serving sons of kings wives daughters, in Prussia, two centuries back. Slave or serf, or local peasant, miner son, after the mines killed all the grandfathers. - we went to Texas Faith of those fathers who learned to read, decidedly different, - then to Arizona, back to Arkansas then back then back and forth, to California, 2023… core levant in our mindshare, place of peace and clean sweet water a code, acquired from a conversation, with my second granddaughter, as she played at playing the old piano, demonstrator of deep infinity, from the left most key and pedal held, til I hurt myself t'day… I grinned until it hurt, at coknowing snowflakes are never the same, in any given snowstorm, she has seen, close up, she has watched a snowflake form, and she agrees when I say, something must know. That no two use the exact same pattern, right, regulation snow rules must apply to each flake. Real time.
Three parts of a mighty fine day.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Mar 5, 2023
Mar 5, 2023 at 4:17 PM UTC
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