Even the choric undulation of the trees palliates me. What am I saying? I'm hungry, tremendously late for breakfast, a tad early for lunch, and damn excited for midnight (forget dinner; sure to have it even if all the hours in the world perish to a nanosecond or two).
Going back to my soul-palliating musing, my newfound and old catalogues below are but a part of me allayed, if not satiated:
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