Third rock from the sun

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The gentle breeze blew in Shakuhachi harmony soothing my nerves.

Dolce con Dolore as dusk slowly creeps among the leaves of the trees in a dirge melody.

From a distance he leisurely walks with his gunny sack in hand.

Alas , it is time to abscond.

We gazed Pisosecond that it almost felt like Sempiternal.

Lickety-split the forest turns her hue from Clair de lune , Midnight blue to Brunswick black.

Sotto Voce I uttered a Kaddish Prayer while the night whispered an elegy.