from a safely harbored colloquy....sailed discretely salted indemnities and gleamshoots...
and
sashayed on....to meet the whether-walkers...in the holt of higher dudgeon...
and
on...to the pristiny whims and overlodes.....mined...and yours...for the asking....
with hardly ever a blush.......and a Sirius wink to the gallery.....
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