The by-product of conversation was thought followed by progress.
When the ears heard sounds the eyes saw pictures – so they told us.
Two miles and one day from the vortex a birthday cake was offered as a sign of friendship.
The day before things had seemed normal, regular, just like every day before that.
Dancing over fences on a floating cloud of warm air, boundaries evaporated like a kettle blowing steam at visitors.
Attention is advised.
Calm before the fence post.
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