10.April.26

Sun-setting space sparked Sophie’s stretch, shining serendipitous strength, silently stirring scene’s speeding steps, supplementing saphie’s swinging support, spicing spirit’s self search, soothing seeker’s steady sorenesses: soles, soul. ; )

08.April.26

β€œWhere have all the bread winners gone?” quiet-quacked the reedy-not-greedy Earth duck.

β€œCould they have left for Duckworld as antichthon?” cried fowl the un-Howard mallard.

β€œGosh, I guess alone I will nosh the lawn.” placidly pondered the anon Anas. : )