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Blossoms line my laden descent down to the perked watering hole that plays empty theater, awaiting my creative path, a royal welcome - represented by accumed variety and presumed clarity, of intentional therapy of renewed sensable youth. Periscope complicity is channeled by heart's stereoscopicity, Dryad/Satyr Satire, no dry ads, only wet views. Season facets a wild cherry scent to your vantage point of attitude and beauty proximity, of dripping cues. Draw the liquid curtain on the canvas of insanely intimate hues. To a crash on the rocks of the mind-blown by windswept rescue chasing you behind a messaged massage, Baywatch, Oasissed Dunes and slow Djin mirage. Nature is no stranger to being the muse, Rebel with a cause, cause maybe this time you stay and snuggle awhile, sailor.