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We could all glide effortlessly upon Sade's silky voice.
I feel the dog days of Summer's torpor.
The shifting angle of the sun, stirs a desire to gather and secure enough tasty sustenance,
for the long frozen, barren, ( yet beautiful ) season that is just a few whiles into future's horizon.
I only have my wandering train of thoughts.
Perhaps a variety of trains will bring our beloved Zooks home again.
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