The Replies Book

Walking up the steps, we sat in the front of the plane. Two stewards served each passenger and there was plenty of legroom.

Illegal thinking, for it had been outlawed, flowed like precocious champagne – is there any other – at a gulf party.

We landed in a thoughtful maze, and found our way out.

Not always a bad thing that some things don’t last forever.

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Strained yoghurt and the economics of expression.

Until we talk, we are quiet isolationists.

We can help you communicate, and then you can laugh.

Not everything has the word Total or the words Bottom Line.

Learn that for your own wellbeing boys and girls and others.

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Between the River and the trees a shadow fell across park benches.

Waiters dressed in such white uniforms the sun was shining through the clouds only where their clothes were, carried silver trays filled with dainties, tasties and fresh fruit.

An emperor adjusted his tie and waved to the owner.

Young love. Old love. Eternal love.

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Solly was skiing down Devil’s Leap at rad speed with little care for what was to come.

When he arrived at the Ski Slide Inn, Cherubia was sitting at a long table surrounded by attentive listeners while-telling the story of the good ship Celeste.

The rotating sign of the bank across the street said “ Save where nothing slides away”. Nobody knew what it meant.

Cherubia looked up at Solly with a glowing look and, in a shaky voice exclaimed “I challenge you to marry me!”.

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Crushed ice and islands in the sun with a wisp of cloud.

Sorting through the lines on maps and the rising trends on graphs will find us direction, command, lyrics and symphonies.

I saw you all, from the balcony, your orange jackets flapping in the wind.

So kind of you to drop in and ask for ideas and sympathy.

You have them at my pleasure.

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