|
- - - - - L: Rumil slain in confusion? Initially, but not by this.
- - - - E: Great month? In translation, certainly.
CALMINDON: Virginia Woolf’s destination?
CABED-EN-ARAS: Spy a resting place, we hear; then trap note in confusion here.
SAREHOLE: Hamlet adds nothing to reckless eel’s confusion.
SIRIL: Flower returns, gains direction, reveals another. Or does it?
__________________
"Sit by the firelight's glow; tell us an old tale we know. Tell of adventures strange and rare; never to change, ever to share! Stories we tell will cast their spell, now and for always."
|