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A cloudy sky greeted morning on the day time and weather went wild. 1st sentence, 1st of 4 books in The Lovey Saga, now under construction.

pickles on pizza and ketchup on ice cream splinters of tree bark and remnants of moonbeam great mounded platters of rusted bedsprings these are a few of his favorite things

Maz of the East has a wispy beard. She’s a greenwing of Rumin. That’s why it’s not weird. She’s in a great hurry to end a great worry. For to see the lost Urprince is a fate to be feared.

Those are miffens. Yes, I know they look like cats, but if the painting revealed the rest of their bodies, you’d notice right away how extremely not cats they are. For one thing, their bodies are limbless and shaped like plump globes. For another, they float above ground. Most miffens are herders tending to flocks […]

Mother (with necklace) Lorelei Lo Daughter (hair parted in the middle) Lovey Granddaughter (somber, wistful) Ambergold M: raised by a Dragon; D: drank from a flagon; G: rode in a wagon. M: collected shoes and pins; D: could not abide grins; G: was the mother of twins. M: had a favorite lamp; D: was the […]

In the wasteland lost was Blinky Greenwing, his mind swept clean with nothing on to cling. With his powerful stare he was yet unaware of a glorious future wherein he would be king.

In the Swump of Greedge beyond Long Thin Lake live a pair of swumpogglers always awake. Of beaks each has two. They use them, it’s true, to sing 4-part harmony pretty as cake.

Pepperhead Beanpackage was his name before to the Chasm of Kraan he came. Now he’s Arch Lion. There’s no denyin’ for galones and ibblers he keeps lit the flame.

Weedthistle flits there and about. She tends to the honey. Of that there’s no doubt. Magnificent things are her bright yellow wings. Whenever she flaps ’em – oh dazzle, sing out!

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