Trying "to a" more or less "dry" less "drie-ri-er"
As cats climbed the mountains of leaves. Tea leaf and Threes; Trois, Drei, Drie.
山 Barring the sounds of crisp "crunch", time was quite beveled. Earl Grey waltzed into the scene and swirled towards the perch. Sencha, in a haste, huddled into the cosiest corner nearest the wall. Th'Cuppa approached with a dried crysanthemum and honey.
Soothing life and its' many curiousities, plus, three layers.
"Warm buttery golden layers", meowed.
"Soft, starch pillows on an ironic green bed", sniffled.
"Meeting some tasty items", all gathered.
"Try, the buns once its baked, might be a tasier then", as trio continued.
Blue skies at two-fifty-four past midday and sat eager to lounge in the areas of purrfect patches.
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