Now, your task, should you feel the breath of the muse whistling up your robe (or down your collar, or maybe in your ear--different muses blow hot and cold ruses, they say:), is to explicate this:
The squish of wet sand between winter toes
First line of a moep? Perhaps the title for your tale of the morgue rue? Or...
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Date: 2008-02-03 12:23 pm (UTC)Now, your task, should you feel the breath of the muse whistling up your robe (or down your collar, or maybe in your ear--different muses blow hot and cold ruses, they say:), is to explicate this:
The squish of wet sand between winter toes
First line of a moep? Perhaps the title for your tale of the morgue rue? Or...
Let's see what your muse says!