Where characters settle in on velvet cushions. That's the forties for you. Better bid on paper outcomes. Letters to follow. Doesn't mean it's any less.
Ferns press white patterns into stone and somehow it's enough.
Aeons when you weren't here with these troubles. So you should be setting off. Where the light changes to extreme limits of gaseous color. As if it were Jupiter and the Great Red Spot a storm from Shakespeare's time almost run its course, finally. So now you turn in.