A conglomeration of things unknown animated this spectre of dales and conflations, cascading to their ineluctable roots, wallowing in the gills of catholic secretions, spinning on the fossilized nobe, storming through the abacus of time, abnegating man's tympanum of crypto-quest, the frangipani of embryonic dicta and speciesism, the past eon being gazumped to steal the fresh cohesions of metagenesis, steeping the essence in the switch of a geisha, oozing the diaphanous breath round the nave of circle, of opalescent suffusion with nature conjuring up its truest griot.
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