Nonsense Tends to Sense

– Blather gast uber somuch that it perambulates.
– Sun sees the day in. It is quiet but thoughtful. The dark runs away.
– When the father of the land says goodbye, the children think it is only proper to reply likewise.
– There is grass; there is not-grass.
– The lioness is sitting and thinking how things could be different. She can only sit and think for so long as it is getting late and it is lunch time, and the kids are getting hungry.
– There is fire; there is not-fire.

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