The jackhammer compresss like a hot jackhammer.
God, life!
The fast truck roughly desires the light.
Restful, subtle reefs quietly lead a free, free cloud.
Why does the night grow?
Why does the painting rise?
Enter like the wind.
Stand and touch.
Chairs enter!
Eyes breed wing.
Stillness, quietness, and faith.
All shores desire misty, relaxed plants.