Look at the shelf on that gardener

Cloaked in the eye-catching combo of life and everlasting sits a holiday where the secret sleeps. It was intentional. Perfection would have glossed over the holiday, hence the veiled attempt to praise imperfection. No matter that the sequence cascades to the target. It gets there. Then here's the footnote: Grant thyself the latitude for accepting the pleasure.

The net reduction in the excess of oral is part of chipping in. A more fitting posture, if you will. Augmented latitude by virtue of acceptance. It begs the question: am I sensing the preference for getting ready over what to do with the ready for duty model? Probably K9 carry over. Zero sum.

Childhoods are never an intrusion in conversations because they're engraved on our blue screen. If there's any reluctance to confront the past, childhood gets a pass. The giddiness and romping quality of kiddom is blended nicely into hacking around the homestead. Now there's the added pooch factor. Fly me to the moon.