Canvas’s lilies, meticulously brushed, felt metagrabolized when the next stroke fell from petal rather than palette.
08.January.23
01-07.January.23
Roo’s bird…
07.January.23
Surprises both stuffed and stacked in boxes—those hugged by tinseled bows over paper glabrous—wait patiently until the still turns into shrill.
06.January.23
A buzz from either estaminet or bees flies a reason for either lady’s or bird’s sneeze.
05.January.23
An SUV of sirs simmering in surquedry still offered her place in the pool, but she, each of honour and humility, chose instead to stride—quite proudly—to school.
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