Flyers’ tails paint the sky. Where will their plumes turn next? Loop-the-loops frounce cursive pen. What tale does scribble text?
Engines roar as bubble-stripes mark burnt greys. Zedonks laud the patterned show with rhythmic stomps and cheerful brays.
Mentor looks from grassy bed with pillow folded coat. New move seen means it’s now teacher’s turn to take note.
Some seek nepenthe from tab, roll, or glass. True cure from blues, though, is living vividly, not letting ops pass. : )