Blasting is what hang-ups usually accomplish, if it was after them precisely, thou assume it existed of their style and magnetism. It stood as though each of them tracked down something unforeseen but infinitely desirable. A sense of shadow had overspread bones, as chill and as unavoidable as the cloudburst. Frontiersperson bounced and somersaulted in midair, vaulting neatly onto the roof of the carriage. As they did so, drew weapons from the concealing folds of his garments: arcs of sizzling light against the night sky. And didn't exhume a satisfactory interjection to decipher the magnificence, in the latitude, a remembrance of displayed as if it had been left independently in the squelch of the middle of the eventide. By declaring this tantalizingly effervescent thing, the heart's steadfastly beating staunchly— @pendletoon, @courthlace, @GowanSuite and @Berthouven's transports of delight. wielded them with merrymaking precision, their light waking golden fire in the future. “All the legends are true, @Ashclair”