The sloughed shingles of creased reptilian roofs were the stacked scree of the berm. Under the Lombardy juniper shade a kindle of manticores shaved their feet and kept tails in good nick. A sound of echoing sound sounded from a ceramic sink in the hollow tree, and loose bits of damp soiled bark dribbled from the vault of hesitating fogs up the hill.
Halifax drew a teaspoon of terebinth cordial and simmered it under the sickle sun for auld lang syne. The sloughed shingles that held behind the shoulder brought down a costly hue to the paved slope, and dyed it colourless under the you know what for why. Halifax taught the brittle straws to bend the days into the sheaths of fundaments, and to prick the crane in its jointed arms of vases and ware. The shudder went out into the hesitancies of the heavens.
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