the fewer there are, the less likely the fever; hance enlists thought foreward angling through shared facsimile of memory of recidivist endowment.
many fears are taunting. years replenish the full force field as limpid walls said to exist approach impending cloture, business as usury versus a chimed affect(ion), right left, romp through fields perceived as pseudo caritas; full love, not motion sickness, all and any-ways perennial, still young, tourjours unstung. sheila e. murphy
