Bell preferred to make way towards a point break; in south’s reef, the waves were weaker.

Bell’s prefaced mistake—kay two boors a joint break-in’s stouthrief—delayed her sneaker. ; )

Shut out sunshower before all the fuss

Of fine floors turned into bathybius.

Panes’ rattles fleeting come with such sleeting,

So immune to pleading for their ceding.

Down windows still preserve ups’ lifts by light

Until Ella’s cinders glow through the night.

Whether weathering either side of sill,

Enduring patience reigns where, too, rain will. ; )

Black kniqht readies to capture pawn

Unannounced by waiting wait’s shawm.

White knight checks with bishop and queen

Regarding plots dark and unseen.

Moves amidst kingdom’s wits do square

Dates with mates, setting dare v fair. ; )

Cook’s captain caught the sea lawyer yet still biting back regarding query of din’s fish’s state that did lack.

For orders were to have sea lawyer grilled upon plate—three to skipper, one to each hand, and pair to first mate.

Saucy swab, though, was indeed no sea lawyer to fear; he was choice first course, ocean’s hors d’oeuvre, I hear. ; )

As Claire played pareidolia with the isles rather than the clouds [due to overcast], she found an earless bunny, a duckling, a pair of curling stones, a mermaid planting coral, and—unsurprisingly, since the whole game seemed to consist of convincing an image that was *not* one—a tanning derriere. And, of course, these cogitations counted themselves forth from the precipice upon which she pondered—the one formation she was not considering, but the one that was, ironically enough, most closely connected to her callipygian curiosity. ; )