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Calipers and Sewing Needles

The crumbling stones against the Canyon walls they restore my thoughts they once were mighty large ingenious stones now they are crumbled crumbled into the earth these stones shall crumble to nuruse the grounds seeds shall sprout from these stoney areas to feed the needs of many her broken oboe caused her to be flustered she found sanctuary in the canyon there she and her friends would rest camping for days in nature they bought exspensive groceries and ate like royality in the shadows of the canyons walls. more than thrity of these people played their instruments while those who wished to capture these happens on film. her pretty mini shirt tore on the hinge which was broken it snagged and fraid the seam she had no needel to fix it all was lost so it seemed suddenly her freind told her I have a pin might you allow me to pin your hem she smiled and said go ahead and he fixed it with his pin all was great and chummy she kissed him on the cheek she said she had some dessert lefted from dinner he ould come over and eat and retreive his pin he came over to have dessert and took his sewing pin she kissed him and said I love you that's ho their togetherness beganned

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