the glass, it sat like this in my bedroom through the night, and I remember along with this image, her—(...ellipsis...)—on whose account I neglected the remaining contents in favour of the wine of her lipses, both setses...
recently took a drive up to old Québec—in course of which I got rained-on four days straight in QC, VT and NY—and my camping gear never made it out of the trunk of Ms. 6...
enjoyed a very nice meal in a restaurant called Le Patriarche, specialising in game dishes—great attentive bilingual staff—trilingual, actually, because they understood my private and occasionally inventive version of français...