A landscape cannot make a name for itself. A landscape believes in stone but does not seek it out. A woman illuminates a landscape with her lips. Her lips know no secrets. A woman believes in a woman with lips and with landscape.
Work is possible with landscape.
The lips do work for the woman. The landscape resists attention. A landscape discovers a tree upon it and clings to the tree, though the tree may depart. The lips believe in a dirty tree. A woman may walk through all of this, wishing and observing and cleaning with her lips.