The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to — it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
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The hooting of the owl with its tender wing is more familiar to me than the crowing of the cock. I prefer the strings to the woodwinds. Intermission: that is the darkness. The light feels like a vague scratching

— it is malaise rather than pain. I am glad to sink back into darkness.
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