near the top of the long run's last hill a just-past-toddler girl, ignoring her mother's pleas to stay away from the road, asks me, where are you going?
A cavernous sea, feet kicking, the temperamental voice of an azure cove, petitions... like, "What am i doing here?" No, it wouldn't be that serious. PEOMS perhaps, strides, bounding, a mix of motivation and earnest asides, inlets assuaging those written beliefs. A cavernous body, success resounding within the flux an immutable voice... someday it says, "We should all -- only - wear Speedos!"
The Tiber or The Tigris-Euphrates Valley (ask the Georgia Tourist?)
"Running Rome in One Day", Ancient Time
Da Dood!!!!
- da dude
- Ready, Aim, Abstract!
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