The summer was constantly solid, frozen into a block of penguin carpet.
The guardian of passiveness timidly provided for the grasses of bewilderment.
Tainted faces, the adapting natures of crooked paintings.
A new beginning is a vivid dream – for old ways are obscene, lost without traces.
Reoccurring re-cycle, vivid living in a pillaged village is vital.
A sample, or two for you. Get a taste of a break from what you were told to do.
~That Dude Eddie~
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Love and Peace.