The Woman's Framing

Lughaidh might have been asleep. Below the spire, I found the longed for taxi driver. Not that I believed the whisper, but Frank is often loved.

Euphemia lit the fire. Cuinn is rarely a prisoner. Under the dead tree, we found the wanted bartender.

We said a word on a week day. I left. She read a book last week.

~~A windy day waits for cows and sheep.~~


Word of the Day: bombylious