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Natalie! at present I am present on a small isle, which is so green genteel to the eyes and the ayes, you might include it among yet unmastered possibilities, living here forever. indeed, the crescent beach so welcoming that francais et l'anglais des anglaise is spoken here, but actuality has a way of intruding, like Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Bleu, saying I know you, even if it doesn’t this breeze bearing load suggests your name as a candidate for future, honours, an MBE, a practiced curtsy for a queen, whatever is he babbling about? why I am presenting an outline for a screenplay that will make you a little rich and somewhat fameuse so you buy a house on the water, party all night, write in the miracle wonder of the late afternoon on a summery isle, modestly hungover say! where is this isle so sheltered, where nooks are set aside for poets and drunks to pub crawl, to stand on tables and Irish sing of those things that poets endlessly babble? so add : come here and let us listen to all your possibilities and cross just this one, your presence here, off the list
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Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
I was born into a universe of possibilities, hers, natalie stiles carmona
Natalie! at present I am present on a small isle, which is so green genteel to the eyes and the ayes, you might include it among yet unmastered possibilities, living here forever. indeed, the crescent beach so welcoming that francais et l'anglais des anglaise is spoken here, but actuality has a way of intruding, like Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Bleu, saying I know you, even if it doesn’t this breeze bearing load suggests your name as a candidate for future, honours, an MBE, a practiced curtsy for a queen, whatever is he babbling about? why I am presenting an outline for a screenplay that will make you a little rich and somewhat fameuse so you buy a house on the water, party all night, write in the miracle wonder of the late afternoon on a summery isle, modestly hungover say! where is this isle so sheltered, where nooks are set aside for poets and drunks to pub crawl, to stand on tables and Irish sing of those things that poets endlessly babble? so add : come here and let us listen to all your possibilities and cross just this one, your presence here, off the list
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Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
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