Sdåzya, iûjlee eaxtatx tteeih tuco wjnwl setasl ñtfït, tñtrei èwic fytåe disb lsie s. Matta qsttai attlo ñeettc zledpa, ept atwntt eiwok nahca ainsï foiuntn uñialnj a. Dqhfo zwo, gsusevd añlrr roehtoae qoeyer adnoge, aoel gåus thdne
Darwinian Ecstasy
Saturdays in July, earth ecstasis in the toucan's teeth, while sentience rifts, enough awake, struggling to say "I am, I see". Mother of the alta-coast acquiring sleep, apt awareness wakens nascently here, a fountain unwinds. Because of this, they are themselves allured to the return quay at sunset, all go there.