The lone shadow builder who creates shadows sometimes carves in his lonely eternal walls.
Clouds and rounds and whenever he changes he is in the dim shade of everything that has been this endless shadow, that moving circle is called this. That the events that follow it are merely the process of the dead past as it has been in the universal world. For every moment there is no change in any part of it because it casts a shadow in this dim procession and the people moving here. And looking after the events, the crimes give rise to hopes and fears of sad scenes of happiness and they connect all the light with life. And the shadow of every picture where there is a shadow casts a shadow and the fact that only one house is dim here is all the pictures that are most saddened and saddened when they see the pollution passing through the sun's rays.
With the wind comes the dark blood of the ears as they bend and see the increase in the triple and the dark spread of the surface of the assumption glass which is behind it and without the wide track the light and gloom on the water which fall As I pass, I turn around, passing by the bare branches of the high-light trees, while the cool shaded sun under the thick trees is blazing on Humakar at work. Hiding the moon across the moon that protrudes hollowly and the purple and black holiday world rises to the horizon when it gets dark in the summer where the waterfall immediately ls under the shaded pictures.
I walk around and the thousands of people who come and the procession in the circle of the day is the process of everything that every human being has been working that any human being has considered everything good and bad and everything that is secret and that one It becomes a permanent record that can never be erased at any time that the shadow maker can call it with his own hands. o Sleeping to see what is in the picture or wandering around o Tasted mysterious distance which includes his solitary abode is ever seen a procession of dead posts but is the only place where cycling is not a ghost and Where the walls have been destroyed, there is furious depth and depth and complete sadness, and behind which, without this darkness,
the great world goes out of its way and leads to the darkness that wanders through its paths when the shadowy phantom a. When the mysterious melt melts again, sometimes the shadow builder blends into his dwelling and walls. Due to the wave of the procession and sometimes the ripples of his eyes, the blur behind his face disappears and he stops with it. Whenever he sees the shadowy dream soul from his sleeping body, then one The face of the quick and dead stand for a time becomes a storm and men call it a dream of the past when it happens then the friend meets the friend Nd misses longer than the soul of the dreamer or annoying torment occurs But no Specter City Builder passes through the wall alone and no one even dreams of the place where the procession walks and lives alone between the shadow builder and its gloom and water. People are just a thing of the past, although they create shadows, but they live with it.
At the same time, their children go home once in the big world and they are not fulfilled until Until he joins the procession the walls of his house change for this dead past and his shady builder where there is neither year nor day of the year, but we Living quietly in the past for Isha, sometimes her eyes widen and stare and see nothing, and then she sits outside without a cloud or stays up all night long for months on the far north side. Together they never see, and then the silence of the Arctic night reigns alone. When the blinded eyes regain consciousness, the third silence softens.
The sound and the light of life were sometimes showered on his face and his eyes were hard to see, in the light of which the bright and shining darkness of light is determined by the shadow builder hysterical and shaded thick and sharp all over the world. Speed shines brighter in the light of a black storm on hurricanes.
The mouse alone and even in the palaces of the dark shadows pass through the darkness and fly over everything, or the kings themselves are afraid to search for the shadow builder with the long wild butt among the shadow makers. Because he finishes his work. Even though he loves her, his heart longs for her. The children of his desire will keep a shadow to be with him in his loneliness. The voice of this great present stays in his ears forever. The amazing sound in his voice emphasizes the urgency of the sound. The shadow builder then loses the shadow under his hands and under the passage when the Word bell rings in his ears g unseen through the greets the gree in the Dree Mingles for the Gret in without which he is doing his part when
The whole time this shadow joins the procession of the dead past. When this shadow builder knows it and remembers it in his dead heart, there is no radiance. For him, the remembrance of love can only end the state that ever slips from its grip, and that is the life of loneliness in which the shadow maker lives and the strange sad mysterious silence that surrounds it. There is a scholar who surrounds him, in fact he does his work alone, but sometimes the shadow maker is happy to touch it with a bouquet of sweetness and love, spring and sunshine and his work. But the shadow-makers go before it, in which there is neither the slightest darkness, nor joy, nor any sorrow that touches it.
A wave coming in it, or a sandalwood sniff before the water written before words like it. Goes All things lose their existence and become part of it, it is not great and to call this terrible mystery, its threshold, whatever passes through it, disappears, and whatever comes out of it, it is complete. And he comes and enters the elder as if a shadow builder himself is the Naat to run it and there is a power in his gravity over which he cannot work or rule. He summoned the summons and the shadow of his desire completely bursts out of the clear things of the threshold and suddenly disappears into the disappearance of the door of fear and sometimes becomes soft and faint as it comes and Melts in the shadow of loneliness. The builder is working in solitude around it and pushing against the walls as the always dead past stallman has been summoned to the doorstep and gone and now of this quiet whisper The moment the shadow builder stops at work and wishes for it.
Loneliness sends nothing to the threshold with longing. When the shadow of a child's footsteps moves towards the world, then small dizziness occurs in the big head and the child follows it and takes a balanced step. Yes, his hand comes behind him until he falls behind him. There are Tatars in his fall, but his arms are sharp, and the gentleman pushes him firmly, and the calf walks back to his mother's lap and walks, and the watchman's hands behind him are ready to help him. No need but when the thrash is over the shadow baby walks lovingly towards his mother's breast and he walks hard and firmly but with mother's hand score when he is hanging by her while Sweeps her cheeks from below though her smile makes the girl sneeze and a little away from the path on which Theodos falls flickering a small hand waving in the shadows of small footsteps with the word n In the world of fear
Standing up in prayer and under the tears on the cheeks, his head is sharpened, as the mother lies down from the bottom of her head to the bottom of her head, and from the lower and lower part of the body, until she sees the shadow that casts it. Comes and the horrible thing on her doorstep is not only in this place then in the procession then the shadow of the wrong bird around the circle of the dead past who was the second and the child is now a young brave and happy step from the hold.
And as the smile falls on the shadow of the veil, the bearing claims that there is a sailor boy near him. This comes to another mother's old skin as she sees but still, the same boyfriend Handsfree pulls the beautifully tied kerchief loosely on the open throat and reaches the hands of the boys to take their face between them. The mother's arms blew her away to take and kiss her. The mother hugged her son and hugged him again and again, and he stood up, although it was impossible for him to do so.
The boy turns around as if hearing a sound, the mother looks closely at him, but when it hurts. Holds the weapon firmly until it moves away from the tears by itself and prevents thin hand from streaming in its discomfort. The grieving boy's knees snatched his hat from his knees as he shed his tears and once again the mothers burst into tears from his knees and gently again the shadows and shadows all the way to this child's time. Passed through In the Dead post procession, the mother is terrified and in the circle, the mother follows her son's footsteps for a long time, and then when she sees the shadow builder, everything changes from her doorstep, sometimes a little longer. The latter hangs at sea level. And the slightest misunderstanding led to the Black War, but in the cool depths of a mighty vessel, the shadow of a ship's life is moving unconsciously as the strong winds blow back and forth like a gust of wind.
From which the fog of the sea is coming and slowly melting and through the shadows of men Sansan is taking refuge from glare and fanning. Wearing wide sailor hats, it is simple that the heat is now so terrible that a dark cloud from the top of the ship does not come far from the hand butt of Amanas, while the face of the coral before its way. Relationships are rarely seen on the sidelines. Glass water but the things that go dark under the people on board see these two things when they arrange for a quick harmonization of the cool air and the fast growing black cloud broom and the fast rising blacker and blacker and When the West and the West come together, the people on board know that there are shadows of haste in danger.
Fly along the shadows of the ladder of the men, along with Felipe. The chain of NG Great Cell closes when one Then a new hand pulls them towards them but soon human hands can work fast after the storm and increasingly terrifying things come after the waves of darkness that break the chaos and rise towards the beach sky. And the clouds of the sky move in anger and this flying storm shakes the shadow of the ship in the center of the deteriorating shadow when the darkness of heavenly darkness envelops the whole rush when he waits and sees and sees that the storm is dead Wandering in the shadow of the past.
Even the shadow builder weighs a pain for the boy who came from home and sat alone and his mother is shocked but here is the sun string long ago. And there is a small room on the bare rock, which looks like Torres from the dazzling and shining thing. He is going to the high rock from the depths of the sea. The boy is standing thin and has his clothes and his clothes are few but his eyes. From his hand to go to the sea where there is a distant thing
The lubricating thief sinks to meet the burning sky but sees no spots about the brightness of a white cell's horizon until we read it and feel hesitation on the rock and bow its head like something Disappointed for a long time. The desire for shellfish from the rock comes during the hurricane that wears on day and night comes and in the cool lights of the night in the lights hanging stars in the Abercrombie sky Saturn annoying boy rests and dreams that his dream home There are loving arms. Meet him, scattering in the green fields and spreading branches, and in the shelter of his mother's love, his sleeping shadow calls for his screaming soul and unleashes all these worries on him in the action of the dead past.
Tuk passes and shows it to the society so that he gets frustrated and thus on a tired day, the sailor boy stands alone on the rocker, he can only see a hill that one morning when he starts to rise above the water discriminating In the treatise, the cloud-stormed storm promises that the distance is approaching this spring, and he thinks that he will try to reach it by swimming while he is thus resolving the storms on the horizon and from this lonely rock.
He is sweeping because of which he swims with his heart but as his strength is fulfilled. He goes through the hurricane's rage, the storm passes his way, and the waves have left him dry in the highland where he lives in the rock and puts him to sleep as a shady builder. The shadows in his dead heart and the shadows of the Legrand Sea rejoice that the single mother may not wait so time passes and in many days the boy becomes a young man living on a lonely island and his leaves are clothed. The whole day is safe when he is not working for the ship to get food from the top of the mountain.
When he is looking for out of the sea, the sun casts its shadow under the hills. So that in the evening his thoughts in the water diminish until the shadow of the lone sailor grows longer and longer until it forms a dark storm up to the edge of the hill until the beard of the lone man's heart is heavy And heavy when he waits when tired time passes, countless days and nights come, when he finally begins to weaken and weaken, when he is inclined towards death, and long, long, long. Omar dies and passes through the shadow where an old woman sits alone on a thin and worn rock. At night the window lamp burns, he greets the lost when he ever comes back and makes him bed to guide his mother to the house while she sleeps until he falls asleep.
When she falls asleep, her sleep calls for soup and at the same time waves the branches of her hand. He will be surrounded by the wrong gear wall in the lonely residence. The E-Shadow Builder lifts his spectacles to his son's point of view but the mother's eyes are sharper than the spectacled hand of the incident which raises the sound of a strong storm and wind and she sees her son in the shadow of the past. Due to which the mother's mother is full. Asha sees him alive with irreparable joy, and although she is in the middle of the tropics, she does not know that the only thing that goes through the decomposition is what the sailors used to offer in the past when she dies. The mother pulls her son's arms towards her arms until she sees him in the sleepy procession and is alone with the shadows when she realizes that her son is in great pain there.
Due to which he is lonely and waits and hurriedly helps the heart. The mother is coming with grief and she wakes up with a rising scream when she wakes up and finds the dying lamp in Dauth Mo. She seems to have watched her son in her sleep and she waits for stories and help and her heartache is hurried with a great deal of determination then a lot of shadows flying lonely from the doorstep to the speeding mother.
A man from a remote town refuses to go to the grave, but a woman on her knees curses the praying mother with her hands. The cloud of despair that does not stay away from mothers in the bright sunshine, the mothers have solved the tired days, as well as the thousands of its shadows, the loneliness of the nights, the cold, the hunger, the hunger, and the pain, and this All the dark shadows are the long lines of such pictures in the shadow of the shadowy movement of the mother's feet. Never in the procession to the eyes of the shadowy builders' icy dead heart and its burning eyes all the people who hurt and torment the mother's, faithful heart. But in the same way, these shadows float in a black mast and get lost in the world of fear.
Another shadow grows with misfortune. An old man sits on his armchair at the sound of flickering light in the light of the fire. Her picture is dancing wildly on the wall of the room for which she is tilting the Great Shadows and the Grand Stores have been lined up for years where there is another shade in the room, it's their table. Is standing next to her and telling her story to her skinny pair. In the heat of the distance, his son is a prisoner in the lonely sea. The old man raises the anesthesiology of the mother's heart and his memories.
It seems. A mother's promise falls on her knees and she kisses her and the other men stand up and when they come in a hurry they come again whose movement and speed and purpose means life and hope That when the masked tall monkeys unload the tall monkeys into the harbor water as the big ship embarks on its voyage, the tropics quickly shuffled the men's shadows up and down and easily moved them down onto the decks as the shadows surrounded the screen bar. Happens and disappears at sunset as the image of Hope in the form of a ship of great personality sets their eyes on the horizon with restless eyes then this shadow is moving along with the light airplane and the white sail.
Runs with As soon as the storm comes, the plane comes at a distance and the plane flies with an explosion, but it does not move behind its mother and points to the outstretched hand, and Helmson moves his wheel with this hand. The shadow also passes the shadows of day and night immediately and the mother is in search of her son to turn the record of a happy journey into a vague dim blur that a man alone can draw from a mountain island and a ship. Extending a cruise near, he sees his mother on the shore of the vessel. Their knees looked outward and pointed about the men's spring. The men's spring is brought down on their feet, but their first boat is near the island that carries the water and the men on the warm white.
They land in the spring, but the mother still sits in the boat in the hour of anguish. She has seen her dreams that her son is standing at a distance and watching her as she ascends the horizon. Waving in amazement, he waited for her on the beach and got her to surf so that the lonely sailor boy could be seen dreaming of his mother's loving hand Batalas. Standing on top of a mountain with happy waving arms, no curious person stands on the water's edge, nor does his heart swell, and he cools down with the fear that he may be too late. But the men are released from the boat when they wave their hands and go away with compassion. She touches the scales, she moves them, and on her knees they climb the mountain. When they search, they search. When they come back with the lost boy and the lost foot, the mother comes to see him and comes to see him and disappoints the mother and she was drowned in the boat that the shadow The Creator demands His soul at once. The faint mud and dead point in the process of the past without moving points to the effigy then quickly his soul flies from the soul anew. When it descends from the boats it flies along the shore with its feet. Run along, the sailor approaches him.
It stops in front of the door. A cave overflows here from the back. It stops without waiting for the men. When it stops at the threshold for a moment of darkness, a gloomy gloomy gaze rises and a dim darkness leaves the cave behind. In which a mother lied. The pain of bending over the cold mud on the icy breast is excruciating, but unfortunately she can't bear it.
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