Sufficient hydration, she descended the sub-alpine track, distinctive inferno pine scent and the casuarina fragrance formed a perfume mix.
Arriving at a large rock, immediately crashes gently, her limbic suspension of both hands as a neutralizer for gravity, stops.
I am satisfied in front as a martyr, she is like a pendulum. In the nasti motion style, to hold her, heavy load.
Shift a few inches, grinding the ground, as the force of the collision, rush of breath, thirst, the sound of gulping water, chewing.
She chanted about circumference, cappellaing over his nesting clinks and fingers,
Looking at each other after reading the writing in the old paper.
I don't know what gestures are memeable style, full of etiquette.
Copyright © Yudho Sasongko | Year Posted 2022
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