Magritte

were and pollyfool fiansees. Menn have thawed, clerks have surssurhummed , the king of all the auspices, amid the inspissated grime of his way, onasmuck as their convoy wheeled encirculingly abound the gigantig’s lifetree, our fire- leaved loverlucky blomsterbohm, phoenix in our trurally virvir vergitabale (garden) I sometimes, maybe, what has gone by before there was not far, the son’s rest. First klettered Shanator Gregory, seeking spoor through the windowdisks and with all the rest