When the clock strikes randomness. . .

[kite_head]

Wait, is that even possible? I'm not so certain it isn't. I'm not certain of much, these days, other than good times. I love the summer time. It is true, however, that character is found, challenged, determined, preserved, and etched out, like a ripple in a pond, every day, and every season of our glorious existence, however, the summer time is a

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[finalcaveat]

Damn. Those are some good ideas floating around in that noggin' of yours.