Must live in a world where the weather can change suddenly. Even the stray cats are wearing cone shaped hats to prevent any outcome.
It's a sad state of affairs, to come in like a marching army and see the devastation caused. People who had no idea of the distant troubles. Yet, their existence falls to their once patriotic life.
They had their hands tied but it didn't stop them from opening their mouth. Managed to still swallow every detail like their life depended on it.
Some times things don't become obvious until to near towards that revealing outcome. Whatever lured to such doing soon has those strings pulled.
Got the time and have the place, is the time perfect for the place. Perhaps work towards the place within the right time. To make it seem like there is something other could be doing.
In the forest; they should call that style a chill blade. While complaining about it being cold and wrap up warm. Have a close shaved cut hair that will feel the sharpness upon those ears and temples. Like a cold blade causing a chill across the tip.
The irony to complain of the icy weather.
Jeremiah Ch.18:V.19 " - Give heed to me, O LORD, and hearken to the voice of them that contend with me."

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