If they brought us anywhere they brought us to the place of purest survival. She’s uncertain as to every little-big piece of her greatest determination and still – inching-in AND -ON yet again. We’ve
Shrieked-and-shrank into our better sElVeS (again) and still acted == “altogether fairly furious and felt by everyone else for every next little-big-bad paranoid paralysis of thing.” She’s DONE judging herself as utterly upside-down (“NOW!!”) and NONE-TOO-useless, ACTually, As Seen From The Pestering Peripheral Persons Staring-In, and they will
Eventually+both+curiously attempt at —- “trying for perfectly poised pErSuasion technique anyway.” She’s —- taking the cards IN HER MANICURED HAND and acting DAFTly underENTHUSED actually. We’ve done a-few-too-little of these things which make maladjusted hearts sing. Even
Powered-On with minds in an ostracised BinD, “by all of these things which {{WILL}} make Very Nearly EightBillion People FEEL.” Something beyond REPEATED WISDOM -_ AnD WildLY iMpRoVisEd:: one of a KIND, her WARRIOR-OF-MIND
