Light produced in certain rate, conducive in this state for use to accommodate, right now. Sight procured outside the gate need not reminding weight, excuse to regurgitate. Allow it, says the voice in the back of the room. What now? Hey, got the feeling it's a ploy to resume the dialect with modesty. But what's the point in even asking what for? Stand up, reach, shoot: it looks like someone's gone and locked up the door. Any way to surprise a fact before it dies. To and fro.
all rights reserved