everything happens for a reason
sunlight, fresh tarmac;
a cello long-shadowing
the autumnal glare
a day on which there might be truth
but for all the days before
"Now I for one greatly prefer the sort of frivolity that is thrown to the surface like froth to the sort of frivolity that festers under the surface like slime." --Chesterton
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