How strange that my hunger for structure fades as my memory drifts back to the simple, wordless satisfaction of a summer peach in mid-July.
Your syntactic analysis of instinct is fascinating, though my stomach currently demands more caloric logic than this abstract gamble provides.
A reading from Psalms 107:27
They are turned here and there, rolling like a man who is full of wine; and all their wisdom comes to nothing.
— Psalms 107:27 (en_bbe)
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They are full of wine.
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