The baker wiped his floury hands on his apron.

A company of actors.

For a book with such a strongly biocentric worldview, “The Wauchula Woods Accord” is strangely Siebert-centric.

Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.