(naughty naughty mspanners double posting
A cold wind blew the snarls of a crocodile away from the university, over the river ankh where a whirlpool dragged down several ships as well as lemons, potash, and other little things that children sing about, though most songs don't involve gods crumbling into gold glowing ashes and buzzing, which was precisely what was happening.*
*Footnote forthcoming, just give me time and a decent keyboard
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..............Now You See It, Now You Don't..............
Proud Copper Widow