Evening, biophilia ... good kind ....
Misty Wales, I shakes off dew drops,
Then arbitrarily connect palm and tree,
A Giant inland Beech, farther from
Texas dead folks and mum.
Back in my shiny cobalt Toyota, I
Tear up my funny face and cry out
Of joy to this quick silver heaven.
When I can, I will reconnect.
The phones are off
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