.. can laugh - You see Mona reads this framed blither of the I person whinging and you gotta wonder she saying to herself swaying in the breeze any other I holding dande...
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What are words?
Joyce: Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of the dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the harpstrings, merging their twining chords. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the dim tide.