Their elegantly esoteric excursions into the realms of pure thought, color, form, line, space or the simple sensuality of their chosen medium have the internationalism that the vividly barriotic works of local color lack.
9 minutes to 2. We just stopped to have our horses' mouths washed, and there all people spoke welsh.
Thar she blows! Her buns clenched one last time, real hard. You could've cracked walnuts between them. Then they relaxed so much, I could practically see her little browneye, and she's puffing and panting like me.
For all the world like an ore-rosted pigge: A great Tobacco taker too, thats flat.
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