Memoirs 08:02

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It's with great disdain that I come with today. Though much was predicamated, alas was the case. Not many a thing occured, as was the misprediction. Perhaps fate ran on the other path. Unless congruence was to be seen, end of this I see. Forward there goes, no dices to be thrown. Gone was the dust that dawn on thee. Higher the platform was, plague lost; there be brighter vision.

Twice faced with hope, once faced with dare, they flew with wind up behold. I understand that roads and rails rushes, rivers reveal realisation. Let there be coins that glimmer with choice. Within the dirt, comes freshness. Thus, end of this segment I declare.

Thank You.

Oh what did I type? LOL!