bind the stiff cap, jeeringly replied the axes. in amazement. that led away, divided, it moved to whelp the innermost door open. ever injured eyes. yet prospering from rapid steps of peril.
the wind says: take up with leaves. they look for shelter. get ahold of water within a slender thread. to bring you here. amid the ruins of a window blinking under. the quiet contemplation of the name of him that bore from hoping losses. contriving to check the snare. praying to the bait of one who lost their love in shrinking fires. dusting ash along the horizon. and the supreme innocence of an inner sense of indemnity.
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Corpuses = Aesop's Fables + Uncanny Stories (Yodabund bias)
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