Lately I have had an issue that I just can’t seem to get over completely. I will admit that I have a bad case of logorrhea.
Yes, I have been thither in the cwm to obambulate and have found that it is felicificative for me. As I stand atop the mamelle and the willow’s wafture captured my attention, I yex and yuke as the pollan flies about. I long to be a rusticated amnicolist in a riem with hystricine dreams.
I implore my readers to translate my ramblings and leave your rendition in the comments below.
I will revel in your writings and leave the complete decoding on January 2nd.
Happy New Year!
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