The first word is the end-something every living thing must face. The second is high in the sky-we see one by day, and countless by night. Put them together, and only two were made: monstrous things built to destroy, both great and small.

A sturdy traveler on two feet, it dances through puddles and marches through snow, shielding from wet and cold below.

First four: good or bad, latest updates Five more: pulp product, for towels or plates Used to visit each day, now most hide behind gates

Carefully placed ingredients, in clear visioned forms. A small portion of nature, never touched by a storm. A spritzing pre seal, ecosystem appeals, self sustaining, space waning, never feigning the real.

A modern day tumbleweed, the streets are littered, in your market that’s super, or sealing goods delivered. It hangs from a limb to compliment style, while holding what’s needed, when you go out for a while.