The current flowed at the right speed, tumbling magnificently like a miniature Niagra Falls. It's boiling point temperature dissolving the natural substance that lay at the bottom waiting for that moment of connection. Finally the last component abounded from above, like white silken rain pouring until the precise moment of sufficiency. Complete like a potion in a witches cauldron, the tornado struck mixing everything into a frenzy. ...The calm after the storm, it was crucial to wait... |
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