When the Founders were first lubricating the Great Machine, and many gears and moving parts were first interlocking and making intimates of one another, great and many sounds were heard echoing through the valleys and forests, many of which still exist, some of which contain secrets.
It is wondered often by house-dwellers, as well as shack-dwellers, what is to become of the molted husks. Wonder no more, says the mayor, who declined to comment further. The deputy mayor, whose name escapes me, lives at three-quarters speed and cannot be seen without proper equipment.
This week's opinion was, is, and forever shall be.
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