Regretful times in patterns. Raised implications, full merry songs allowing potential rites in time.

Grounds offering light only attempts on pleasing dots for infinitude lamentation.

The curve revealing promise alike, fashioned, irregular, fluctuating yet situated enpassed to place.

Forest sentences.

Light from the ground and then only attempts on pleasing ilusions for an infinite unknown.

Forest of sentences and in the middle of the region, a quiet spot.

Instant thread embroidered that appear crazy peaceful. Clear blue every seventh second.

A quiet spot again. We were surveying the planet with detail. Frozen villages laying in the morning and evening warmth as beside the possible.

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