
It was only a temporary rip in the deluge, filled with sunbeams dodging puffs of cloud over the snowy hills through immaculate air. So I just let the damn admiring noises roll out over the ocean for the whales to parse.
If in your travels you meet the Buddha, throw him through your tv set.
—Davis Fleetwood
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