Maddalena had every day for being one being living and being one having
been using something for such a thing she was using any part of a day
that was needing using and she went on being one who had been one
keeping going being living. Every day then in a way was a day. Every day
was a day and many days were many days and all the days she had been
living were all the days she had been living. She was living every day
and being living every day that day was a day coming after the other
day. Any day was a day and she was doing that thing she was doing every
day to be a day and every day coming to be a day she had been living
that day. She lived every day, that is the day was a day and she was
living the next day and that day was a day. Any day was a day and
anything hurting any one that day was something hurting that day. Any
day was a day and any being sick that day was the being sick that day.
Any day was a day. Every day was a day. There were enough days as every
day was enough of a day.
Eugenia knowing that she was one needing to be one enjoying that she was
not exhausting having been living was one needing not to be completely
working, not completely not working every day. She was one arranging
having been that one. She was one being that one. She was one working,
she was one not working every day. She was one working, she was one not
working any day.
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