Okay. Ecoutez moi Pere. Just ecumenising. Lingua franca. Making shield of men, en Français, quoi. Not Macron. Papa Leon. Your Victorious Army is endowed with the Force (of the power of reason). Attack the beast. In the open. No wooden horses.

I append this blurb to remind my selfie to take nothing I said / she said into consideration. Clearly, those art the ravings of persons under grave and incumbent eustress.

Sorry but my uncle was more yogi than thou. Told me all about your little problems there. Me being a real alextard i did not believe and had to see for my selfie. Twice. Once, we almost died on the way to the Taj and the second time at Diwali a hoss kicked me short of in the nuts. Naturally I yoga.

with un-gardened humor