The bridge empties.
He pulls back his shadow, and sees a way to slip through.
The coffee is shot through with gold and with shouts.
I am finally awake.
Some achievements require more negotiations with indifferent agencies.
Precisely at 1:14.
Drip drip drip. For the sake of a shared enterprise!
Read one inch of book.
No more elephants. The mirrors go gray.
In the glass a pained sigh’s powdery residue.
The river makes its quota of fences.