Maids will have to chip in for the afternoon. Of course, they will be rewarded accordingly with fresh toffees and new corset laces. But again, I shift out of time into some- thing new. Always something new while innovation promises to provide the fastest replacement. The problem lies in what to call it.
Cows return to their barn.
Kittens space each other out on the way to the nipple. My son will tread the hot beam of the sun on the way to the blazing hay pile. What, ultimately, we make is a witch-headed women on the summit at sundown. Copyright 1999 riverrun enterprises, inc.