And then instead of writing …
there was a huge chunk of space.
(BuAc=1): mg = 3πaλcosα [uh|combustion] // where λ = fierce
The moon was crying silver tears.
Smeared in my cheek they shined through the darkness of my own fear.
Please inform the correspondent authorities if sighting of creature occurs. Do not attempt to manage.
It’s apparently called a “call for generosity” and it’s pretty neat.
Specially when the kids smile at it.