How Much To Bind Something At Staples

The image

The room was hidden in the soft light of the moon and the big red clouds.
A cold rain against the windows rattle at times, as if to draw his attention. A wind
apparently silent running through the trees, making them bow to its passage.
The sky was a curtain that offered tireless and concealed.
the middle of the room a large white porcelain tub, filled with boiling water and essence of violets.
Chopin stroked a place away from ebony and ivory keys.
immersed in liquid transparent skin as white as the moon, a hot vapor. Abandoned
, enjoyed the pleasure of perfection. From an invisible hand
amalgamated clever mixture of feelings.
White, red, wind, rain, cold.
skin, blood, music, steam, hot.
Where is the storm? Where is the harmony?
One foot protrudes from the water, his fingers tremble in the encounter with the air.
Swipe his accomplice and then back, slowly stroking his leg. Water drips
indolent.
The mind is lost between imagination and reality.