dark trees guard even darker mysteries

In the morning sun has fallen down the ground, and the fallen leaves fall on the red. Rough lime and gray stained rains last night. On one side, the calves of calves - blue, big, coal and long - rampant - stains, and my tiredness with noisy phone calls. On the tops of the hills are cut off the strong, cold winds of the trees, some bones are already removed. Open, I will turn to the right to the right and walk through a gate through a gate. A gentle contortion on the top of the mountain up to the earliest iron age from the engraving of dark trees. Yekodo looks intently at the sky. The golden sapphire, which is larger than the wind, drips quite calmly. This essence is in the wind, with its broad wings above and the initial feathering - its "fingers" - in its box. The weight of the billboard is open and it happens four times. The hoisting of the Udu-Palu tank into tents raises it and bankrupts, and although they are trying to shake, they are carried away by a large bird to catch the birds for a long time.