Fabulous art, sickles of the moon on the crowns of trees, a girl on a ladder to a tree, rises to one of them
Money solves everything even this photo would be nothing without them
Paper and numbers when you throw them, they look like this
A summer field of pink tulips and a path among them
A lion with a lion cub on his head looks into the distance, and behind them a zebra drinks water and a herd of elephants walks
Two men, one of whom is carrying a lantern, meet a man who jumps at them from a tree
The leader of the Indians stands in front of them in a field on a horse
A lot of drops on the glass, and behind them the sky
I like to play with words there are billions of them