Every year August lashes out in volcanic fury rising with the din of morning traffic its great metallic wings smashing against the ground heating the air with ever-increasing intensity.
Consider what a romantic expedition you are on take notes.
In our romantic groves I adored her like a divinity.
But I fear my lot being cast in Scotland that beauty would not be content.
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