the meantime streaked with pangs of guilty privilege and wasted moments, the soul sucking feeling of unproductive thoughts, eye burns, weariness, the time honored tradition of can be done, will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven, the chapel once aflame now undecided, election year dramatics, irrelevant but timely, a steady but slow hand could win the day with tiresome movements and kind words, these here laurels need no more weight...............
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