A price already put on an attractive key but ships don't come sailing in until they communicate.
Seem to be travelling along a road that is inbetween two planes. The stuck to the spot where time waits is at one end, the distant road to somewhere is a heavenly blessed horizon.
Not knowing for their own strength is vastly to grasp in hand for a small detail to take hold. A matter of big hands holding a delicate butterfly but not wanting to crush them can fly away.
Never is a borderline, just a risky edge with a balancing beam to continue walking across. The real gamble is what to produce in those further afield parts.
Past commitments of two sides can have doubtful decisions by future minds. As the lingering years slowly depart and only ancestors are that combined couple. It is this future single soul that creates a brainstorm for where others had persevered with just passing rain.
In the forest; a colourful heart singlehandedly approaches through a heavy cloud hovering. The rain to fall are as loose heavy chains to get caught up in. If the dead can walk again, is the path ahead if these chains drag heavily across. Not all for where to be having fun, as they too while to be pleasantly enjoying some company. Such rain will lure out that sly fox who gets a whiff of a delightful mind.
In the stones; can create an oil painting from their hardwork their entire life has been through yet the memories remain small in frame, deep down in the pits of their working environment time stands still as a motionless pendulum and where those small memories mean more, love ties loose ends off in a delicate and beautiful way as that reward to have.
St. Luke Ch.2:V.41 " - Now his parents went to Jerusalem every year at the feast of the passover."
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