| The gaiety of the wine and cheese texture, not text, and his tamped the earth. The limpid slumped pedant shimmied encloaked messengers up blackberry dark ramparts. His scaled pale ives drawing myrtle and chortles, myrrh and mirth. Bloomed the valves, the pulse spurted. Terriers roamed jugular tomb wounds. She came crooning of the heft of cream. Moondrop echoes damped, bulbous Latinate steamed by parts. Wizened elve spaded idiom. Velvet harumph tinned whirling ha-lafter spokes. Spindly peasant skewed potstickers in coils. The gaiety of the wine and cheese. |
Manish
Vij