Shoreline, Traffic

Philosophy presumed to be the girl next door. Trading indices presented as vanilla not all bland. Some of the impression made in colors traded places with the movement of some traffic in the middle of the hedge. Pale blades rotated hives along supremacy. A full-flown frost to meld with summer in a hasp of dimly colored valse starting with "v." Trees touching across the road taken for granted.

Insomnia, these premises within a format heretofore unrecognized

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