Blackfoot Forest sound is faster in water than in air

i love love your writing style :D

the world was a stage when you were middle of age.

trepidation didn't coalesce in his throat like it had when he was a boy, or maybe he just valued this corporeal brazen bull torture chamber a whole lot less.

how he used to dream of a tiny jerusalem for him and everyone he held close in his dreams! but he had to concede, the world couldn't give less of a care.

in the enfolding moonspots that glow, a trembling duck-breasted girl moves; her mazy mind drove her through the blackfooted forest, her chaffy mien intrigued him enough to make himself known.