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The brook laughed and sang. When it encountered hard places in its bed, it hurled its water in sparkling dance figures up into the moonlight.
It sang louder, louder; danced faster, faster, with a coquettish splash! at the vegetation on its banks.
At last it danced boisterously into the bosom of the St John's, upsetting the whispering hyacinths who shivered and blushed, drunk with the delight of moon kisses.
— Nov 18, 2025 11:11AM
It sang louder, louder; danced faster, faster, with a coquettish splash! at the vegetation on its banks.
At last it danced boisterously into the bosom of the St John's, upsetting the whispering hyacinths who shivered and blushed, drunk with the delight of moon kisses.
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The green-eyed monster was at his vitals.
[That's a damn good line. I also got a good laugh over "baked insults you call biscuits" :P]
— Nov 17, 2025 02:27PM
[That's a damn good line. I also got a good laugh over "baked insults you call biscuits" :P]
