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I Was Fain To Tweak My Consciousnes
Blog City:
I sit and peer through the fenestration, better known as the window of my mind. The condensation caused opacity is gently defoliated by the light brushing of the breeze blown leaves of the tree who is looking back in at me.
BCOF:
The frail faerie was fain to perch on the tiniest of branches, for the wee-ness of her legs prevented a stouter branch. Tomorrow she hoped to be able to straddle a slightly plumper portion of the tree. Oh how she looked forward to these little daily miracles.
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