Striking the bell, lightening round.. 
Take a test. Brightness gushes out, but colliders roughened by screaming take a fall. Living ballet is euphoria-through-turbulent-process and comprises your early morning critique. But do you understand the point of the test?

It’s tight. What happened? Diagramming conditions of jitters and others’ sentences, I am anonymous either way. 

Tho before the mist rolled in I felt your grace, holding on with both hands.