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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