end like this? what is your master plan how can it end like this? cannot live, without the glory how can it end like this? this is not the end of our
pots deny the ants routes to food. There is no silence ever. The cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not
, that was the end of our sweet prince, He died in confusion and nobody's seen him since. And the moral of the story is bells do get out of tune
