What's my favorite thing to do you ask? ...chop down trees. The taller the better. If you found where on earth these things could lead to you'd understand it's not a house being built or the construction of a book. A fire and revolution. Once and again. The Red Spot that won't be taken away. Only to be lost when out of sight. And after the sun, the moon. The moon. More easily outshined. More easily hidden. Depending on the phase, too forgotten.By surprisingly many. A headline and a cot. But Marty you've seen this one before. Unless I not mistaken you'll see it again. If only that letter would be read. But you fail then to see, missing what wasn't present. Sin indeed. What never was related was never too written. And in failing to let the pour cure the whole dam wash downstream. Symptoms of a plague beset. Beset now open the whole. What has become of your hours? Not two months or a day, just seventeen.
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