Saving the tone of the song and paddling a board across ripples almost invisible.
Didn’t get to the top without a few steps that required pushing and persuading myself young one.
Here from the giddy heights, we see everything. Everything we want to that is. The rest is gubble.
Drips , tips and lips.
All from the same spring.
Generous grappling with tenuous tribes of velvet.
And what, no tip?
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