If it's now o'clock, I'm excited. About something. Or all, of it, everything.
I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells.
The desert could not be claimed or owned—it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names before Canterbury existed, long before battles and treaties quilted Europe and the East…
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