Nearly torn. Tearly morn, blurry turn.
turning blur method: 6 5 1 12
5 June
I this morning spied the twitch out of him, literally, with fewings of fingers different in soft & quivering tempers. He spied me and I spied him. He lost himself away, a tergo, and spoke beneath a breath
spy me, spy me, spy me, It was snow; still must be peppered
I will admit, I might have idead different intos.
ospe & llewmlyn (called llew)
came too, (and after the other characters were introduced (vidag & vadid, then culias as stood shimmering behind a bar); all the faces familiar and good to see, and pretty sure a kiss was quick on the mouth as I was gone only leaving a vermillion collegiate logged up to hop cab with
a pretty familiar, a different familiar prettily clad, a friend to the house expressly asked for...
A presence, apparently. On the telephone with women, fires to look at. Sun to see up close.
