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THAT, WHICH WAS MISSING, NEVER RETURNED

by doctor-baron-joseph-uphoff

"...In Tempore quoad ordinem successionis; in Spatio quoad ordinem situs locantur universa..." --D. Isaaci Newtoni, "Philosophiae Naturalis Principia Mathematica." Language was grown into the vines to make the food interesting. The animals, who evolved their own sustenance, drew synergy out of the completion which could not be expected to vary as a potential, a desire, in the course of the rise. From the deep cushion, something had repelled softness to surprise eternity within the inevitable vibration. This was comprehended by elephants and giraffes. < d _ exp ctn r ( x ) i ( r . k : K ) i ( h . c : C ) = { [ u t ( y ; N , Z ) d b ] / ( d v d x ) } > @ [ int int int n ( f ) d d d _ d e e e ] . del h . In the darkness of the cool months, the heat was measured at a single temperature, the universal presence of a glass of (cold, hot) water seeking the measure of the thermometer. The wolves measured it freezing. The lizards in the desert remembered the dreams of ants wandering to be described as particles of light.
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Mar 18, 2014
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