"...Let the pines grow out of my skin. Winds howl in my mouth..." --James A. Ciletti.
Let the cylinders be there to connect the lonely, grating bones, above the level of the rational falls of water and the pictures, so inspired that They like to appear on stage to whistle as vapors rising through the spout. The moon is smiling down upon the frost of the equation. Perhaps, no animal has been hopping through pristine squares of frozen falling, remembering the singular match, the leaf leaving.
{ [ d _ ind del d j e ( m ) ] / ( d e ) } = min y ( N , Z ) d t - C .
Coldness was like the presence and solutions to incredible problems, growing worse, while others, watching, stood, silently observant, hoping to help, but the springs in the agreements were the assistance for the splashing colors, anticipated and arriving as a series of blades removing lovely, warm weather.