'Weathered Shabby Shabby Brenches: Vernal Festivity of the Four Clari' by MRZB at the Baraccopoli Di Lungo Stura, Turin

The skinny shiny bottom of a thin Clari crawling around, sticking its snout into the soil, tickled by a lowing wet muzzle, sniffing and licking the moon-round face gleamin’ at anything that expresses a void that their communities had filled with edifices and monsters in order to understand the absence of ground.