Sunday was a day people would look forward to comic strips and commentary and those places are disposable as thoughts, that go into know where. I give what is art, a bone to chew on. Look upon noticing things you don’t have awareness of innocence. Humanity is keep and this word is jostling as would your mind if you if you read it.

There are men I live to echo with some sense of what I. can be

arms within my hand

things I know I can not make, but middle i’ve met bridge to express my heart. only ways our people can understand as keepers under the mountain.

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choose your own adventure.