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Lift. Lofty wish to see, good smoke. Man, this is really going out on a limb, fruit flies wise, look at us how nothing we are, if you happened, if you occurred on earth, where mountains stand wind watch, and catch fat clouds in old frozen winter passed. Passing fantacy, as children, fit story's told to rain and wind and fire, older now than we imagine, but… yes, that is so, we make nothing we imagine, we create by recreational efforting, you may imagine a pleasant interchange, exchanging as we exude true wonder, worth the effort, looking farther than our minds can hold as mine, we own this. As soon as owning taps the child's will to claim more, than the knowing - awe state, and the knowing of the cost, to first willingness, and the doing, the climb, each upward efforting will, paid, in full.
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Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 2:26 PM UTC
White sage smell of September