They had this inbuilt affability and we kinda did like to go at it slow and sprinted too. We’ve been all around the moon inside our own mind too — “as we enter in at the backishdoor, please.” It’s
Going to have felt AWFULLY impossible and utterly heaven-sent in measurement.” Although, in the end of the end it’s.. just about as classically humour- AND honour-filled as we can EVER get to imagine it amidst –
The dangled TraGeDy inside their house-of-head == what we do is we… take ten thousand deep breaths to distantly dIsloCatE all of the ‘threat.” And perhaps it is…
Heavenly sent actually?
