The woman with the silver above her large pointy ears in the golden overalls, long sleeve tight black shirt, and boots three inches to her knees put the guard over her eyes as she took the first pile of late leaves to be made smaller, to macerate and become more then just dead.
The little witch rabbit with silver above her pointy ears burrowed down at the sound of the screams of the dead. Down deep she went but the sound above penetrated the earth.
The woman with the silver above her large pointy ears had many piles and much to do to improve her fathers view.
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