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sawdust wings rip in accord with earlier agreements over black tea; the servant treads between ripe pine and pink-wet lime for the benefit of Mr. Crooked Seed Specimen.

red charcoal and totem-smoke under a crash of sacred rain: grapefruit threatens to blaze us, but the sun intercedes and supports discreetly the application of lake fresh weed entanglements and drowning water wings.

Earned the Better Together (Level 12) badge!

Rosemary father under a smoke-heavy ivy bower sips white orange tea in crisp ice-skull cups. My tongue numbs to oak plant in this review, and scraps of star-crossed residual oils also urge an indefensible compliance to childhood solitudes.

Red-freckled Syrup Sirens coo and croon over their victim-victor splayed across a sea of prickly-sneaky lotus leaves. These same seductive-sinisters tickle my dead bark, and in digits contradict the fact that heat shouldn't respond when maples droop cold.

cousin's chili lipped indiscretion on familial peach: equatorial butters and horizon oils press the biblical through a palm-roughened filter; strawberry chewing odours abduct the night and speckle the ceiling with crushed car engine grains.