Because I got into one of my magillas over what in hell to write you, Paul who thought I was crazy said that maybe he would apply for it instead but Gordon thought he was too successful.

The dank breath of herbage, sodden with rain, came to her; the mists were barely visible, hovering above the dark ravines.

The moons surrounding the city walls were built in the sixteenth century.

Names for a group: A flute or mutation of thrushes.