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Only at nightfall, aethereal rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
The stillness moves, twisting and turning, shimmering as a curtain. The hand of the stillness moves the unwilling bishop which struggles against its fate--a triple word score. The letters are hazy, the words are hazy, and he cannot read them, but Elan knows what each one says as if they were inscribed on his heart.
The room is still. It is Shelley's living room, but curtains and couches--the finest trappings--are and are not present. The sofa is both and neither plaid or whitest silk. Elan stretched out his hand and took possession the Fisher to spell ฒ∢छՔಊ, a word that he was forbidden to read.
The stillness drew letters before castling a pawn and a spire to score another words bonus. Damn the stillness and its clever plays! If he had been but faster.
Alas, alas.
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
The stillness moves, twisting and turning, shimmering as a curtain. The hand of the stillness moves the unwilling bishop which struggles against its fate--a triple word score. The letters are hazy, the words are hazy, and he cannot read them, but Elan knows what each one says as if they were inscribed on his heart.
The room is still. It is Shelley's living room, but curtains and couches--the finest trappings--are and are not present. The sofa is both and neither plaid or whitest silk. Elan stretched out his hand and took possession the Fisher to spell ฒ∢छՔಊ, a word that he was forbidden to read.
The stillness drew letters before castling a pawn and a spire to score another words bonus. Damn the stillness and its clever plays! If he had been but faster.
Alas, alas.