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. ; )

Within the conglomeration of fallen hydrometeors, sharky shark has left the bloody clouds of chum—upon which he rained toothy terror—in order to shift his icy mood to a state in which serenity can be hailed, ameliorating the fuming fog that currently drifts him as slow as fluttering snow. ; )