A tale is but half told, if only one person tells it.

Sunday houses were often made of limestone rock coated with whitewash inside and out.

Those glottals glugged like poured pop, each /rebarbative syllable, remembrancer, raise /‘mob' rhubarb-rhubarb to a tribune's speech /crossing the crackle as the hayracks blaze...

There wasn't a dry eye in the audience after her heart-wrenching performance.