
Mixing the aside with the cymbal the organist came down from his balcony to join the procession. let's marry them let's marry them they said the children of the party under the fragrant canopy of Roranches roses. There was the mayor and the priest to harangue a few words the enjoyés in a suit-jacket and floral dresses. Would you tell me more nay my faith I will come back later. Dismissals a few dry genepi logs combined waiting for their update. Can't take it anymore they made the rounds of the associates preceded by their champagne flutes grafting their eyes in the hangers of a presence to oneself at the birth of the Breath lightning from the high lifted pen in front of the lectern of things to say. 846