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The Lowest Shelf Behind the Exibit

Sandlewood oils weirded the the room a curtain rubbed with the oils would be used during the concert to fill the room with the scents as the Bassoons of moring played with the Strings of Night. The Brass of evening glared as as the electric band grooved to make each sound bounce and move together. I heard one guy decribe the sound as six bassoons tied together with chello strings with a snare in the middle, and three gitars over head, a bass, blues and metal. with electric drums and , the snare, and kettles. enough sung. enough sound. enough said! During the show, she'd open the window and let the curtains blow in the wind sending in the saddlewood oil scent across the room. She Made interest in my land, we married months after. Folk had interest in whether I was the father of the child that we so dilagently married to make ours. Eithyer she was to tired of being afraid, or being mean to make others tire of her. But he loves her, might someone else be willing to meddle. That those who make pretend they love him might want to see them part!

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Date: 1/27/2023 9:28:00 AM
rYTHMIC AND WARM?
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Date: 1/23/2023 8:19:00 AM
I like this. Very engaging, thanks for sharing it!
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