The end of Decreation.
A not so subtle reminder of how much i miss Borders.
Don Quixote tilting at clouded windmills.
Expected petalled foliage.
Half in.
Half out.
Continuously.
I'll take my time with this.
Let the individual words congeal in my brainpan* for a spell before moving on.
*Brainpan's a far older word than i would have expected.
It was first used in the 14th century.
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Excellent words always prevail.
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