Condense the mood, just broad enough to center on a page of permanence.
Temporary sanity infused itself. I keep trying to incur a rebate. Hevanet knows heaven peacefully. Breathe in the net, breathe out salt air, earth with seedlings. Many tacit plays keel over in the dugout. When you've paved the roof you've done a life's work. *Might I avail myself of a second helping? * Cramped daylight divided by two young tirades might endeavor to have lost the plot. The pilot light in rinsing off the lot. Not only is a dark in here, the mood is quizzical. A sphere of tension hovered just above her plate. Her late affinity for rumination splintered the inducement to be faked. Moreover, people were reciting Baltimore blue catechism, whose tallest snob has tipped over to dementia, now laments his prized brain. A lane change has to happen more than once a year, with fear about us, one upon the next, the text. sheila e. murphy
