Shallow measures silvered over, taken to the mean junction.
I layer into the frame, and around there is as a ventilation shaft. To go along, and to reach a bend, the smell of fresh scratches and the rims of sections. Neverland is near, on the far sides of these thin walls.
Tricked into the soup, we have a parcel made out to another name, the letter Y in bold letters above our mind; check the gate.
William dressed as William, in a mackerel sky. Acres of uninterrupted path out there.
#DailyCreatedOOM #WrittenOOM 2023/07/06