Weaving through afternoon towards eve corners twirled, a wispful abundance. Certain murmurs covet a smile around hot clasps, soothed and rejuvenate every cold stricken, joined tendering smooth toasts to further events.
Even these happen. Enlighten a balanced bitterness of disorder pain aches, tightened belief and grimace fades to coarse treasure pocketed now in forever, this moment.
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