Let's file this clothing in the closet of most likely
to cover nearly all areas, and enclose things with leads lowered, humidity there and sifting through fibers, to say nothing of snow - it's to pile it there - all of them upon the bed, a stack like laundry, but produced by visitors. They work away at talking, compiling story upon story of a mosaic, a fiber here and there, a check and a stripe, meanwhile a tweed and light, brave nylon, patterned to be light and vigorous, to say nothing of blizzards of cloth, stark nights of formidable forecasts, of, a change in the coat. Boast no more of the cold, or death defying wandering about in the dread of midnight with nothing pertaining to a friend or someone withered from staying out all day and night, frozen to the bone, or the button or zipper - it won't close for never being tested for tasks such as these, trials without equal. © 2016 Larry Ingram
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