Of a terraqueous world, feet determine a sided point of view. Moon’s eyes, in vogue, in loge, shine over the spectrum. Those adamantine about positioning for the periphery need a boat and a bye—if they did not alight from high. Iwis, staycations may heal callous cuts, but the only escape from brain clouds is to place them on a horizon. To sail is to see that which is secure and that which is free, but those grounded may always pivot the mind for illumination both to and from the me. ; )

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