When they’d been stirring something which didn’t make any sense to them, that’s precisely both PRECAUTIOUSLYwhen…

We all started to BeGiN= at believing again: in the truth behind the lies which tickle their NON-responsive~eyes.

It’s… probably a professionally MENTAL-thing, indeed.. of having been draaaaaaaaagged——>>>

TeN wAyS ToThE wInD(!) “Or… were we never really here but for:: absolutely everywhere else that will have US.”

When our nonplussed enthusiasms seem to have been AlTeRiNg their very own Sense of

Outward ENDeavOUR and Dostoyevskian~determination(…) even when… … .. it’s BEEN a wIlLdY deliberate kind of ThInG, “they cannot but stILL believe in having been..

Beyond the point of reminding themselves again.” And if.. there is supposed to have had been a pen in ALL OF THIS, then: “she might just choose to USE..

UPher favourite time in the wholeALIVE and adjustably aDdLeD eArth.” With two kids submerged MERCIFULLY
Be
Neath and grasping… graciously at their

Unperturbed imagiNATIONS yet
((Again))