Once upon a budding past of flowery trails that bumblebees cast while searching for smells in fruits and bananas ripening bells blossoming plans as they contemplate intricacies of their formations; logical loops if/then demonstrations – we can see what was once in common clairvoyance-ey what will become is crystal, you’ll just have to wait and see. So I sit and watch the cogs tick tock each other, this clock is consistent like each every other… but where I once sat sad by what I understood, I got up from downcast and finally stood as capable of composing my laborious fate, with each beat of my heart I learned the planning at which point I tweaked my transcendent understanding.
Transcendent Understanding
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