Before tea, the zafu. Working on our walk stands behind me. Just turn the forest trying to dance.
The dog wants his down off high places. So I have never stopped writing, so what? Those drunk not holy scratch for calcium.
A man told north shouldn't try. Called out thirteen and no answer. Gospel honor and disbelief at the window.
A purse of glowing stones. The sound alone over shunned religion. Lean shadow of an apprentice.
After a fight has quality otherwise settling everywhere. Anger is hungry at 4 a.m. Quiet village work that loneliness.
Why a broken fish? You struggle to get fall apart. Late January bone house.
Yesterday still going apples in clutter of history. All this way for a broken vernacular.
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