Nearby the clouds were white, hashed of blue shape skies, the cutest eyelashes of sparkling sunshine on top conceivable places, moonshine mountaineers to take the longest hike trails throughout, overlooked many clearest Oceanic's kisses, a gigantic sound of thunderous waves achieved, clashes and dashes of the northeastern wind was incredibly heavy, but, solid as a rock, the tinniest and smallest villages in the brain, imagined it was a historical rainbow blew over once before, magical creatures came from nether and either twosome extra kingdoms, one was in the modern Paris, France, two was in the classicalism Italy, Rome attached and received the moment to make everything a realistic upbeat story has started between certain lines
Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-10-20
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