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This converts hindu-arabic numerals into elvish ones.

A woman in powder-blue coveralls regarded a field of stars.

This brittle life will break you again, and again, and again.

once i woke from a dream. i opened weary eyes and limply grasped a bright and burning seeming. but, the seeming went— as easily as it came— into base gray matter, dissolved, and washed away.

class Muscle attr_accessor :tensed, :relaxed def initialize () @tensed = false @relaxed = true end def push_pull () @tensed = !

So!

The wind without tongue whispers to the heart through the swaying boughs and dancing leaves.

I never told how the dew on your cheeks looked like the headlights in the rain pushing 90 on I5.

Watching the streetlights wash over your face, I remembered the taste of salt.

I see you in the warm corners in the rows of fruiting trees.