"The joy of my thoughts ... blocking out all else."

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Morning: giant levis salute

whoever they work for

I return the salute and freeze myself to the sand underfoot
which is what? Composed.

The work, it was going to be named after the Junior,
tooling about a little seaport town with a few clues.

Though set in a dangerous time, a trap-door suddenly opens
and voila! This hulk appears with pan-bread in his hands and
a baby on his back.

Interiority coaches a wry person.

Everyone's out of the house, walking or whatever.

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