Brick and mortar business [unfinished]

A weather vane crowns the building, where water seeps this group includes a received vase of 'Ocean Song'

At the end of a particular position, a trumpet vine resolves up the just-sealed sunning deck.

Now, as it must have been then, you are unclothed. You've hit the air with a few blasts of breath, paying close attention to how each rose behaves. Hesitations in the dialog excluded, reminders not to get stuck on names, Momentary cosmic exile forms its frustrated attraction to the original next to the pool. I just wanted to read this 

To you before your sun-bleached skin migrates seamlessly indoors. One always finds another realm among objects

That might otherwise make good--a natural afterthought as if the earthwork would serve for nothing else--the song