Goodmorning, Glory

A taste, a desirable, if anything please remember me by taste. By taste, (x taste) by taste. I always enjoyed tastes of diverse construction, but I never imagined it becoming a lesson of singular form, how many routes can you take in order to determine the road shift to home. The left is entrenched in rose colored blankets, silk, lapels of tweed, that part is me. The right, well the right saved me but for so long, I reached channels to get one choice, a feathered bird, I have never seen. These chapters have become gilded, I live in a renaissance so I must anew.