Dedicate roads and streets improve, regret to walk a straighter direction, well fine trails came really close, the bridge of spirit bounces back, wilderness had a joyful life, inglorious summers would take a charming land of fun, brilliant sun way up the thickened skies on earth, not much on heatwaves, little less warm heavenized breeze, smell achieved trees, a cut through grass, only one color of rainbows, flowers grow, the seeds are reborn and rebirth underground like and beauty of art, falling in love is like a root standing still, to give a true eye thoroughly flow and easy on the magical era, a bigger piece of the story who think about something really inspired for, is like a keylock book able to open wide enough to see it
Written by
Michael James Brindley
2-20-23
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