We were young. Correction: we still are.

This has been certified.

In recent tests at least half our respondents found the new chocolate to be better.

Sent from the fields of a nirvana-like farm, they grew farse, folly and folk songs.

Some said it was only rock n’ roll… and liked it.

Climbing mountains of laughter and rhythmic explanations, we could see the sun rising.

Busy old fool, you rock!

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Sliding down the non-staircase we saw waves, colors and brightly painted bridges.

Time spent well.

We meet strangers and dwell upon the places we came from and the places we are going to.

It is time.

We were told you could turn on a dime.

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Doesn’t it show…does it ring, or do they sing?

Customers asked many and sometimes, strange questions of the shop employess.

On occasion the enquiries seemed to make no sense.

It is not obvious why someone asked if the tomatoes were available in blue or green. Was this a joke? Was it some strangely imagined result of biological experimentation?

The relationship between the bright student and the professors at the university were the same. Strange questions and pandering answers.

The air was clear outside. Perhaps, thought the true guru, all questions should be asked in the open air squares of towns and cities.

At the moment that suggestion echoes around the circular walls, rainbows appeared.

We always like to be reminded of the spectrum!

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Saving the tone of the song and paddling a board across ripples almost invisible.

Didn’t get to the top without a few steps that required pushing and persuading myself young one.

Here from the giddy heights, we see everything. Everything we want to that is. The rest is gubble.

Drips , tips and lips.

All from the same spring.

Generous grappling with tenuous tribes of velvet.

And what, no tip?

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Flying high.

The vegetable broth sits next to a large potato and waits.

Ingredients have their moment. If they wait.

I’m glad we are able to do something, that includes “doing” nothing.

We have these choices, more numerous than all the shades in the Pantone color spectrum, more varied than the colors in a year of watching the sky.

Every part of a second allows a new course, a fine or coarse tuning of some single thing or multiple elements, whatever it is we want to adopt.

All artists.

Always imagining the fever of first steps and creation.

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