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Pleistocene Solace

Just the thought of doing this sends shivers down my poltroon masthead. And yet it has been many years since I have sown the seeds of glacial bessemer ashes. In fact, the winter of 87 featured the last sojourn into the hills of juniper runabouts, the foraging unequaled in modern regalia. So be it, so be it, cried the Heinecken!! The plenary arbutus has only cannon grating for its suture mound. This and other verities should render the Pleisotoscene solace relatively bearable, even by marmalade standards.