A trapped Muslim behind the jamb listens for her killers not a mile away but comfort comes on page forty with Polo Nouveau. Actually, the lasting interest is the impeccable art work. An Autumn breeze played in the trees and cherries lay ready for the reaching. Teta Pave, fled to Zagreb, couldn't scold them anymore. The shell explodes, echoing and reechoing its mournful cadence.
Silence comes with the dust.
Only the charry trees are garish with scarlet fruit. By their fruits shall ye know them.