My physical body's waxings and wanings has my brain confused: I am at once nimble as I take the steeply-inclined Mongolian Steppes two at a time, agile as I wind my way through the deep underbrush of the Novamati Plateau. Back home, ah, back home, I find myself painfully lumbering through the detritus of an aged bachelor's pad.
cadence, harmony, leitmotif
G'night, Syl!
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