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#SciFiforGeeks--The Water Streamers
Sheer cliffs bring nightly the entity of permission as self-indulgence grants marriage to the quiet hearts, the ones who become petrified, in power.
Yes, and as the manipulative enter, all seems without provocation until ...when?
It's theJungle and her loved ones who are established now. It's they who now intrude. Water attired in tales--tiles of memory, as fatalities and families never end. It sees water as commodity, and yet, never finds it narcissistic, or slippery.
Her intimate spaces of mind allow irresistible ideas to conjure the instant, in huggings and bundlings, as if her delight were the very laws of light.
In a pure state, the [business of nature dances society="bonds"] for indulgence of fragrance of the hidden flowers, the soft luscious ferns, the balmy oils of the dark bark.
It's the water that remembers time passing through these paths--not the textbook mechanics of precious honor for theHumans.
There is no corporate lineage to rise and interrupt, no misty clouds with foggy tops.
In truth, with craftsman's honor, these waters flow through timeless heartbeats, never out of blood, and yet, within theJungle, out for blood.
Yes, superfluous streams seek their crowning movement. as strength and reason have become, it seems, the pathetic bears who hug in hopes for mutual triumph.
Is this the place crafted where the cowboy horse entity makes entry?