Bright stairs, the cold, then wind fresh stillness. Again blowing forcing quiet.
Crow squawk's, leaves off, and down, the autominal cat's moan color's, of red having yellow.
A car, there moments crashing, evident amongst the bed gone green.
The indoor's apparent washing. the machine bird bleeps more song than sound.
Amazing on light this wind, silence annoying, the sound, broken until busy. The wind stillness, siren rushing furiously.
Dark slamming, for all, and then stillness, sudden rain.
God rings left for double mad. rustling ladies heels, fall.
Hearing the finish but not waiting.
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