Could this be the day I become a full-fledged anti-anteloper, deciding to forage for amore beyond this privatopia which is decidedly *not* void of ‘majestic’ oat-eating oafs?

When love is insisted sacrosanct between same kind, sincere connections are missed—for this softy capped with bone could certainly relate to a padloper’s softy *ensconsed* in shell.

That which is dear to me may be what is different, my deer, hence I shall try a new trail away from here. ; )

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