Clouds a mine story mull-over thoughts on chapters reflected, a mung being green and red dull yellowed, l'orange sunrise.
"Doll, dear Dal. Mulligatawny Minestrone My, my, my. Mmm... beans coffee ground two:nine. Two".
"Missing you four:nine grinds, though-nut too long before fifth partings" . A one birds beak.
See birds were swooping, shaping the clouds and stirring, mulled and strong. A blend of fine sandy beans. Soft gentle scents lifting curtains, a blanket uncovered.
"shh, though not to wipe the coffee, a cheek and grain, smirk, cheers to piece a sunrises yeah", see gulls swishing.
Touche, supple and light winds graced, add-mist onto amidst beats paced-thumps-leapt.
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