Indeed, there was that man who had coloured canvases with his happy brush, scenes grand in their simple ease. Here, the inspiration cried between growls and, as well, belted warnings to exposed skin. Traveller, teetering between the two, benched booming beauty for some breaths in order to let light limn a trace on the back of each palpebra as senses bathed in screams and stings. In that ephemeral outlet, they realised magnificence lived not outside of them, but in the way their wonder welcomed. ; )
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