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Originally Posted by Mr Spud
As I was dawdling along the lane early one morning, the feisty furnace of the sun was pushing its way above the morning fog, sending crepuscular rays streaming over the dew-laden hedgerows.
oratory; stricken; pond
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The Rev. Platt contemplating his Sunday morning
oratory and the waning of his congregation, walked as far as the
pond and stared,
stricken into its depths, thinking that maybe it was time he retired.
Mountain Erratic Pique