Just came across these two words together reading a poem of Gerard Manley Hopkins.
Maybe those two words describe me: Aloof, Aloft Andis. I have been described as aloof; I have hoped to be aloft. Hopefully now, I will be the right kind of aloft.
Three degrees. The roads and outside are messy. I hate it. Also: Some moron had to ride on the sidewalk in front of Casa Mama K.
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