Mars Candy Bar

in the distance with little assistance there was the silencing of an owl that woke a consistent worry in the  thinking of a cow that something persistent was going down the night soothing hooting a head spinning around there was a fox in the hen house  there was a sound underground  there was a magnet on the loose the moon was turning brown and sheltered from this whisp was the sniffing of a hound. Preserverance has subsistence like candy makes one frown and our injections are reflections of a course of damning mounds.