This has been stuck in my head. It is not a reflection of how I feel, but it's lingering anyhow. I think at least one other person might recognize it and share in a bit of nostalgia.
The hounds, the hounds
Come baying at his heels.
The hounds! The hounds!
The breath of death he feels.
-- DRK
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:D This randomly pops into my head as well.
BTW, my wv word is sainess. Do you think that's a comment on our mental status? I wonder whether it's saying we have it or don't?
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