Some stream

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Hopes reaching a fever pitch as more days find their way by.
That uncertain longing. The missing presence of essence. Of tranquility. A chimerical Penelope. Nothing as simple as a missing "t"

Hopes of a variable appeal, manifesting in an appearance, an interest, some dionysian flow greater than the volume of the body floating on top. Saline Dead Sea Spray. Turn back and reflect.
Witness the salt caste form over your pensive limbs. They have committed grave sins.
Here, a beleagured kouros, on the verge of falling into his frequency, attempts to touch, explode the manner of vehemence. the clutching. Cathartic moment - inplode extirperior

Hence assertive forth
stand fast
hold

want pure fiction
let the momentous speech be done with