From the only temporary junction of Grirl Gee and I, at the forested Starting line reminiscent of helium-based red-faced husky dog-boys dressed in blue demin and green drape taco pleasantries.
Then the 2nd time, Amy, Lee, Chandler, and Cardgame, and I left the Yoda hut and sculpted a junta at the junction of Highway 4 and Grirl Gee's house, all paint and busted nuts and Yancy Collers, on the Borders or 14 black artists with whiteknuckles and baby booming humongous alphabetized diaper rim button up forlorn Monkey Savage rude bellied Domineering Phlato Heart Badger Peesneekle Brain Piano Deft Lilly Harmonious Money Flue Biter, at 7:35 pm with her mother and her son, she ate our timid potato rash, and clean toilet for Growing health insistance, She showed Aaron and I her grandmother's hook/and needle work, and we all held our clothes and car door handles, and 35 degree Fahrenheit breezes for our breathing, wet noses/eyes/and lips of human teeter wonder about little eternal souls if you care. And you do.
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