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(salt shackles early days)






Going to a grocery store, wasn't my primary concern. The verity occured when I went inside the store, and approached the shelf-like structures. Here, consecrated holy winds, sang dearth anthems through the shelf, like an wind instrument in a symphonic hall. Now, that's true on-key jingoistic tonality!

Though, abiding by set rule, I must omit the meat department. Where glimmering ossified fossils, haphazardly arranged were perceived as delights. Such glistening delectation, were skillfully and delicately retrieved off shelf, as if they were a rare archeological finding.

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