Grand Canyon

He displays both their form and their mode of operation; see, not me, the instruments splayed out on his workbench.

Mercurial red, why hadn't you run?  I wouldn't flee drowning, I drew a breath from eternity.  See how the world would turn its back to you?

I levied my new due of everything, this was plain for them to see, and I showed the method of my Works.  Could I serve them better?  I was, after all, a faithful servant to the garden.

Her love smells of peaches and lavender, and she would trounce in my quarters.  I would tie you up and spread you with catnip.

What could be the matter?
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