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April 2, 2023

Happened Timers

 Service scissors, scintillating sunshine, some for scintillation with seizure ships in synchronicity others with cities in flight. Synchronicity’s seasons in CCs of Celsius insidiously or serendipitously, seriously I don’t know if you’re being  insidious or if somewhere the circus assistance you asked for has expired by now, but can you seriously be serious in asking that this is it, is this only the start of a new part of other people’s lives while ours just wither on the vine or is that fine that you or they can have mine after all that we have come to own happens to be time except we got it wrong way back it’s time itself that remains our true master.

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