His yoga was surfing his language was naught and hard was the peace and the leisure he'd bought. His clothing did fit in the general surround and soft was the voice and the scent of his sound and dogs didn't bark when he would pass them by and kind was his handfall and soothing his eye. With but a few actions he'll reduce stress and set himself up for to just do his best as each of us humans here stuck on this tilt must do well with all of the cards we've been dealt.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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