You are on page 1of 1

The coats ran privately and discretely in to the back yard harnessing their powe r from yesteryear's venues.

Before the sparks of indolence breached the turnips , the yard were overturned into a tempest of warning. The storm is coming they shrieked, yet their howls were unheard from the pews. My regard rests in the per il of virtue and the hide of the beast. Those were his final words.

You might also like