Wanting a quantum cake mix and the lions of Doratorator.

Another chapter in the epic 8 part saga that is blowing away the cobwebs from career advice and tea cakes.

Bus-loads of delivered speeches, remembered, rehearsed and set free.

A night of cool water and spritely broccoli, ancient mariners and cool brokers.

We are the architects of everyone’s dreams.

The train is leaving the station or the tracks or….town.

Flags, balloons, and bunting.

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Up to 70% more.

That! A joke!? It’s not enough. Enough with that!

Down the road, it’s up to 200% more, and further along…whatever you wish.

We’ll take the salad, with chrome paint and velvet power.

We are in a jungle made of foam cushions and silk curtains.

Did you call yesterday?

Remember today, now, this moment.

We guarantee moments.

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There was a tremendous celebration.

It went on all day, music, lights, decorations and games.

Everyone continued their work as usual. Or, they proceeded with their retirement. Or, crouched down over their studies. Or, drifted across their dreamin’ and schemin’.

A hundred candles fizzled out at dusk and the night was able to win its place in stardom.

All things considered, I was delighted to attend and put all the pieces in place.

Then, I started a painting the size of a planet and told the story of the ages.

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Hello, good morning, and welcome.

But, we mean it!

And we love the way you tilt your head/clear your throat/smile at miscellaneous pigeons…

There are better things….

Lots of freedom, even where restrictions rain down on open hearts and seeing eyes.

The choice is an ice cream.

Even in imagination. Flavors, sizes, combinations, sprinkles.

Imagine bigger.

Be you…be the one. That style, even if it is a secret!

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The deep, shiny green leaves fascinated us, soothed our eyes. and seemingly complemented the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

What a start to the day!

People were scarce. Just the waiter, oddly smart and formal for such a mountain village, acted as if the commuters were arriving. In fact, there were none!

How we found this ideal base for a writer or a composer, to finish their magnum opus, neither of us can remember.

Perhaps we were drunk with a traveler’s ecstasy when we left the city the day before.

It’s the highlights, the favorable ones, we remember so well.

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