Water to ice, peas to self-medication. Peace and jam, a piece and jam. With all their airs and graces, the heirs and their Graces. Retributive tribute, the lick of a golden whip then turned over in offering - Frankincense and myrrh conspicuous by their absence. What is gold without it's aromatic companions - its scentinels of austerity?
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