placewheresi* Kiwasti, kis- ker, kither, kitnabudja? Tal the tem of the same old dustamount on the stand before the both of them in Ysat Loka. Hearing. The urb it orbs. Then’s now with now’s then in her liveside. How tannoboom held tonobloom. How rood in norlandes. The black and bufeteer blue, while I was rooshiamarodnimad with myself altogether, so I am now becoming about fed up be going to be becoming liker. But hush! How unpardonable of