She cleaned the spider webs with her witches broom that made ‘things’ disappear hard work and true work make sweaty salty work on early summer days.
A fire too that would do
A walk on water so to be true
Thinking of the rain to come later her plan on hand to walk bare of foot and free on land.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Last night I was square on my model or it was a match.
Note: this is a fantastic algorithm. Algorithm; think of the beat the flow and the know something hidden a language for prose.
When I step on your feet I hope I’m light as air. A scorpion sting that wasn’t expected.
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