She laid down her insurmountable sounds now and decided to transform something into ANYTHING, actually. She’s been.. high-minded AND -wIrEd to aforementioned SOMETHING fair SpecTacUlAr again; and they DO. NOT. EVEN. NEED to know it.. anymore

What has ACTUALLY all-of-it occurred. Up inside of her head-of-mind. Indeed, the justice has NOT been coming

Not for.. a mereEAGER(!) minute, even. And, YET, she’s been a-c-t-i-n-g fair steely-faced (aGAIN!) and d-e-f-i-n-i-t-e-l-y this defiant individual entitlement: of endless rounds-of-paused.. applause..

There is THAT placement of p-u-r-e-l-y pause yet again, and then

What she Will Do: will appear at us like this Encyclopaedic Thing Of Whip-smart inTELLigence. A smART and affABLY able AND gentle lady

Of cutting levels of verbal AND emotional verbosity and it feels

As though, as if: ALL of it HAD TO HAVE BEEN cloaked desirably with-IN this particular inSTANCE of

.. unexplainable happiness.

And other finely engrossing things. Yes. She sings from an entirely separate hymn sheet