Jouncing along sidewalks, looking at all sights lined up along the outskirts, wanting to become new aspects of yesterday's landscapes.
Wonder abounding, finding itself being filled in with data and information, coming from somewhere within imagination's spiritual plain.
Taking fingers along ivories of interior pianos, feeling their senses tickling so many thoughts lying in wait.
All major portions firm in their convictions of religious beliefs
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