he did so. there were far wilder flowers at its eastern bank.
just before leaving my room, i grabbed a book for a random fortune-telling. for it was the first day. the book was collected works of John Milton, lines chanting the future were:
In all his lineaments, though in his face
The glimpses of his Father's glory shine
indeed, a joyful reunion
how music snaps into my lifeline just perfectly
almost esoteric coincidences
tear the pages out
and write them faster
and write them faster
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