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THE SWORD "Parameter... a mite small, keen and tiny. He was mighty yielding it, though. Excelsior. How mighty it is! Peremptory... Little (little?). Azure. We make it small because it lies in the middle between two caskets. Garnishment. Florish. Differentially... Quite a thin blade... carbon. Liquid shield. Precluded all understanding. The mighty ones handled it even as they raised up Little (little?) He lifted it up between us gentry. Fine folks. For the purpose of understanding - we need to be special about all of this... He 'fell between' (died -ed.) on the fourth (Forth?). As we might make this brief, we must make him, even. We have it... even. Mercury. Devil's Inlet. Second casket is his wife. Little was a shaver ... blown to bits. Bared (Baird?) We make sheaths to wear. We needed to build up a fantasy among... the Gentle Folk. In liquid. Yes. The blade was thin though. A sword!" NEXT STORY DISCLAIMER: These are not my words but those of the spirits themselves. If you do not agree with their version...talk to them... I am just the messenger! Also, sometimes I hear and see and, at other times, only hear...and so, I do the best I can with spelling of names and places... Copyright 2007.Asha of Antares.Asha Ariel Aleia.All Rights Reserved. Background courtesy:www.iloveswords.com | > | ||||
