Trees. It was something about the trees. The way they swayed with the wind in unison. The way they shaded the area around them. The sounds of their leaves in the wind and the creaks from the branches as they sway, The trees were making a statement that I just couldn’t understand.

pot goal #

“Nothing is as cautiously cuddly as a pet porcupine.”

He had done everything right. There had been no mistakes throughout the entire process. It had been perfection and he knew it without a doubt, but the results still stared back at him with the fact that he had lost.

adviser	debate	tablet	faith	ritual
hunting	stimulation	bathroom	lily	season
season	left	taxi	dawn	path
riot	pot	lamp	system	trench
push	stride	sense	conversation	parallel
stride	musical	bite	hardware	citizen
width	drawer	faith	lily	tasty