Try a red wafer on white paper. By holding, made whole, holy, so sepulchered. Above, surplus of sepals, borne bracts, a garden throwing up her hands, spectacle, green specter, then gone. Brace your capillaries, babe. Today's family is a mouthful: moth, farther, bother, cistern. Look. There's the orphan's orphan boarding a bus.
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