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Sunday and she asks me "what is this one's name?" Parsley, sage, rosemary and time is my refrain. The chodders float in the breeze while those he allows sees. There's a row of beads on his coat keen eyes take pleasing note.
Gandharvika's pleat makes the fortunate viewer's hearts skip a beat and recover by the sight of Mahaprabhu's molten gold light.
"You are such a hippie! "Child you've cut me to the quick!"
It looked extremely quiet all along my route today. Even the other peddalers seemed to be away. But as i chanced by the point i noticed there was a suffering competition. Aha! This is where all the usual traffic has gone! There were hundreds of sufferers and thousands of eyes upon them as they mounted the biggest waves. Their tongues all responded as they came up to the beach. i circled around the gecko as usual then by Charlie's. The jazzersizer was hopping today and then the harbor even there the folks all seemed to have migrated to the point. i traced along the opal cliff where sufferers slipped into towels from their wet suits. The few jogged along and as i made another pass by the cruiser king's stand i knew i had to turn to beat the throw to the plate and make it to the asrama for the special night. Along the winding road i sprinted while a couple entered my mirror on a tandem that they'd rented.
In the ninth the Deities danced the night away, the nights have been warm and almost muggy but Sri Guru Gauranga Gandharvika Giridhari go on enjoying like anything.