18.4.11

The Structure of Solar Wind Pretty sure they've found us here sunning our traitor hearts involving the wind to such speeches. Half of us wonders and the other slips into and steps over awards, Black Dahlian kiwanas clubs, fortune teller screams. How about a serving or two? Lukewarm, possibly - a marathon of quick sleep throws down an effort to please, to lose carnage, to make reservations. See how the cars indicate and predict, one's outside the hospital while the other's between point A and B, 25 mph as if nothing is wrong.

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