The edification upon the reunification of the shivering livers had ramifications that enlivened the colleagues of the intrepid syllable.
The greatest period of vessels collapsing around the ruins of ancient obstacles breathed deeply the canals of exhausted anvils. Devoted devotions made self-covered buttons drip with covenants of mercy, blotted out with the quality of copybooks and curious pillars of infamy as though covered in lard and rendered deeper into the gists of time. Transparent envelopes of gilded lilies willingly groused about seventy years of feasts amid famines of comfort and transoms of joy. Mocked by day and couched by night, flights of inward angels persuaded baits of bated breaths to exhale their finest finery and ship the oars of prosperity for a day or two.
Beatrice begs to differ, but you would too if the spies of virtue choked on the orchard of edified souls once again.
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“…but there was something, the uncrowned King was not dead. There were very important papers to be sorted out before the end of the season of silence. No one knew where the key of the wormy cellar was. Would the mice eat the documents too? Somewhere downstairs, tea was brewing.. Its scent reached the hidden creatures of the newly cleaned wooden staircase. “Who could be there to stir up more trouble..?” said the punished juggler.. “Rick Marley”, said one of his loyal readers….”
It hasn’t been edited yet. There may be spelling or grammar mistakes, but logically, I’m following in my master’s footsteps…
Thank you. Love, nia
😀 I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating: you are awesome! 🙂
Thank you, not as much as you. Inspiration is great. Love, nia