I live in an echo of a country wayside.   
 

In the interim we had a blast. Knowhow
could be redubbed genetic sleep deprivation.   
 
I’ll admit this view is crazy or a breach of manners, a soft thick quilt the sun  

might marshal over the property. 
I should break my leasehold, ergo. Not really, she said out  
loud, a breath ahead of how I could know. 
 

This was the last first time or a fragment.