Muliebrity develops as time passes, with life eventually crossing paths with birds and bees.
What vicariance turns the self from a content bobowler to a flapper desiring to knock knees?
Whether chalked up to perfection or requiring new tones, no spagyric method ideals self or steel.
Identity weathered by change leaves who somewhat vague; what remains concrete is the soul behind the feel. : )
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