more words came across. a figure in blue called. it was our love in
definite term. when did that happen? first, a jet of impressiveness
swooped and telltale, seemed like a crash. all that erratic meant
something. watching was an involved moment, you'd want to describe. we
both figured in this tableau, seeing how the jet remonstrated. no, it
did not crash but made us jerk away with what fright can do but all in
all it proved okay. no damage, and the world seems still the wonder.
letters then arose, and they made words.
