Mischievous season, sun surrenders its powers, losing the pantry.

Where prized emotions are conveyed as swift products; I'll journey with them.

Cobweb unyielding. Too cold above the hard ground, Cypsela spasms.

So moon reflects day; the horizon calls the sun. Clouds, an afterthought.

Against all the odds, I didn't use any bits without a rudder.

Horses for courses. Warm marbles offer kisses: The sinews of life.

Theft gets him sexy – I think it does for us all. Free meals come second.

Forgotten journeys. Jane doesn’t know where she goes. I remain in awe.

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Heather in the grille. Stragglers pass over; to jump in each fish's eye.