
Toeing the line never handed anyone a dream, except, perhaps, for the mite who found the might to both climb and repel across the jebel that others took as a fleeting [and feeting] pose.
Toeing the line never handed anyone a dream, except, perhaps, for the mite who found the might to both climb and repel across the jebel that others took as a fleeting [and feeting] pose.
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