Transport: Automatic Prose

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bliss. Double areas may reflect. Her fish behind the evening 
beam had yelled without swelling. Although driving needed 
to justify her, the pure room reflected of the angel. The 
glasses who badly faded was frolicing. Under a beginning 
between dust and conversion dress the murder who verges.
Two glories who continue to swell encourage us. We connected 
for four afternoons that four rocks counted, but four moods 
raced to a large star. Four presses-resuming diseases -- 
had they asserted the masks? Cellar painted you. Have three 
variable ashes run? Have I pointed out no fiber who could 
relax?