Temple by some wayward birds, have you perches or nesting sites for this gaggle of geese? Shrine, your apaugasma seems dimmed by day’s fog’s refusal to cease. Towering triangle, we will have our movieoke on your third floor, the one with best view–right after we finish hobnobbing on this shore, where crawl crunchy crabs both delish and few. Holy house, we give you honks of thanks for welcoming this lot lost; swevens shall be close to heavens tonight as soon as each of us has flossed. ; )