1989 was the year that I first laid my eyes on you you were in a long dress standing alone I knew… no! I hoped… you would me mine engulfed in passion like a fire burning hot

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I must state that it is extremely difficult narrating this case, because this letter has been kidnapped. If I can’t save it, the English language is in grave danger.

The trampled girl sits atop a mountain. Her pride stands upon golden lion guard gates. Her name is somewhat uncertain. Her den let alone by morning hates. The offspring jump in delight,

The Magus

Power

about unicorns

We make a textual connection. There's no elephant in this virtual room Interfering with it's elephantine engineering. We flow, entwined in conversation Whilst my mind races and flaps about