It was an early April evening in the year of etcetera.

1 August 2017

It was an early April evening in the year of etcetera. A vertex without children is a leaf. But I receive something I said I wanted, because I had to say I wanted something. The function doesn’t explain it. Sometimes the dust that surrounds it slips over and covers it completely. Or leaves fall off to create drama. There’s no meanwhile left. I’m afraid is equal to I can’t handle this. Directed to graphs, parent and child may be replaced with source and target. Edges were still abstract. I was out walking, I had left the village without noticing. At each node, an operation is performed. Because I didn’t know, and I didn’t say no. What sort of an answer is that. A circle formed by the narrator, a mask in which it is night. I had the impression that she knew where she was going, but I was probably wrong.

 


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