Hold it up and swing it around. Hope I don't miss a single pound. The attention and the focus and I'm finding a new locus. The light is flickering, but the filament is strong. The mind is full, I meant. It's an estuary, and I am braving it. James Brown lets out a howling "waaaaaaa". Quadriple sickle and a tiny tim. They're poking away.
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