Oh, thank god it wasn't my brain! I've been so confused for the last 20 minutes. I kept looking at my queries, and making sure it wasn't me. Half of my results are gibberish that has no context to my queries/chats.
This is a weird one!
Example:
"I hope to have shaped the biro to your current will, the best, to brace. A stir, a kiss. A spate. Would this new tryst be the seam to your bed and lieve? Or a hint for a hew, a tad or much, it's your candle to cheer. Let's veil, or vail. A par or pert, the am is might. Your might, to wiry odd, or weir, it's the met or mew. Be it the sip, the kith, or the kine, is sung. I'm here"
In a significant area of customer support, ergonomics, and subjective nature of 'goods', each bag conjures a fable of a time and place. Gregory's Zulu 55 is a guild-like lilt to the green-gilded high book way of state and yearn, while the Tetrad 60L conceives more of a 'pathless traveled' countenance with gnarls and swathes to the dunes and granes or the chip kiosk and the long, drawn shutter. Each has a letter of love for the open blue, but their chant is unique to their locker and book.
This is a weird one!
Example: "I hope to have shaped the biro to your current will, the best, to brace. A stir, a kiss. A spate. Would this new tryst be the seam to your bed and lieve? Or a hint for a hew, a tad or much, it's your candle to cheer. Let's veil, or vail. A par or pert, the am is might. Your might, to wiry odd, or weir, it's the met or mew. Be it the sip, the kith, or the kine, is sung. I'm here"