How can you talk to the moon when the trees were watching? It was her last sojourn before boarding the illegal traffic of clouds. Pallbearers were always ready to do something religious like carrying a god to the temple. I was not sure it was midnight syndrome of apoplexy. Deep into the blue eyes lies the inconceivable page of unprinted book of a failed attempt to harness the darkness for a connection to unknown.
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