The painting was a belter, but so was her bun, so I tapped her shoulder for a greet and her face was a belter too, which turned my butterflies, as well, into belters of hope that we might frame ourselves into a fantastically fortuitous friendship of fate. ; )

Monoliths many present a door through which other side’s coaxation beckons welcoming to this side’s silence but for crickets—and myself.

Arvo’s acidity regarding an unexpected absence exits as an ephemeron so that Sally may ease into eve’s ever sea breeze with dreams entrusted of the self rather than the selfish.

Mister Fox did wrick his neck when he caught, in his periphery, the sight of Sir Richard breaking by placing on the ground his locked box of lox and, upon awareness of howls of hunger developing in the rumbly of the tumbly, coy canid did emit a howl starter to offer a barter to Rick Of Rest for the contents of the curious cube in exchange for two fair pair of dachs-socks—especially made for extra-long feet, but even quite alright for regular-sized feet that desire a scrunchy look that cannot be beat. ; )

If a piquette is a lesser wine and a bridge is a lesser road, then explain how my awe is more profound and my self-clime connections are more secure.