Sanctuary guidance of the teeth on the front of the shank with small steps on the path of the flowers I smell the fragrances mimosa my highland primer in appeal of honey words scaled by the screeching of the cicadas near the waves straddling the enunciating voice with nostrils whitened by salt the handful of salicorns at arm's length brandietowards Victory.
Trotting pace believed hooves hitting hard sand the Metaphore comes out of the shadows rattling vertebrae released on sale. the megalith captures the flight of birds by the seaside rapid passage of charcoal on the white sheet of a sylve presence.
