[reeds poke whisper brushy seaside]
wow i looked around reminders of my past lives influenced recognized by the blade of a shoulder or a flash of a picture correlating corresponding relating. today i pushed the handlebars of my bicycle my back feeling unsteady. the long hands of what could only be a fig beckoned. i stood beneath the tree, home and my feet welcomed the ground. the sun was hot but the wind blowing in told me to to say goodbye to the indian summer.
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