9. Todos los fronteras del sol-mundo

Cat Monkoony rides horseback on an island too far for us to see.
Where angels are left stray and appreciated for all eternity. They are loved by an all powerful force that represents good and justice in the eyes of those who are evil, those whose art's in danger and want other people to die by their sword. The island is a fate that is right for those who are right and know that. The world is purifyingly ugly and boasts the coarseness of done deeds and complete strength. There are trees that are darkly, yellow and more is felt than seen. Less understood but more is appreciated. Life is not quite real but there lies instead a rightfully forgiven satisfaction of soulful bleakness and astounding and succulent simplicity. The feeling there is of a warm sadness. And I wish you well.