Having been left parched by her unending trek across the sun-striped plains,

Zoe seeks a drink in order to avoid the impending vultures.

Happening luck upon an oasis of soaked stones, her feared fate wanes

As euphoria lends to looping licks a la rain-pebble multures. ; )

New roos, unable to breach the barrace of flora’s terrace with their baby hops, have turned their appetites’ attentions to beach’s nose-tickling-yet-tongue-tingling crops. ; )

As her gown wondered why they were not yet in bed, eyes rolled across each line, even with weariness needing several to be reread—for text’s missive had her soul cloaked in carmagnole and her heart drumming against arrest / a rest, her spirit lit and ready to burn through each tomorrow’s turn. ; )

For Sunday’s sea sprint, Dierdre had practiced minimizing her diving splashes in addition to both setting her surfacing angle and timing her caudal shifts, whereas Dee-Dee’s entire switchology was set to ‘spin’. ; )

Crossing from the land of the paviour to the land of the saviour remains accessible to all; whether as the draw of a fleeced blanket coat or the awe of verdure’s arvo note, the singe of mankind bows to the song of man’s kind—both ever present as proffered presents. ; )