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"His breath ruttled as he blew outward and sent the plants to trembling."
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Tuesday, June 16, 2020
Charis and Kristin at Wuthering Expectations
4 comments:
Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
How I enjoyed that moose.
ReplyDeleteHaha! Thanks. And thank you for reading and thinking about the book. I am grateful--my record on disaster-timed book launches is a bit depressing, but that cheered me.
DeleteAnd I thought my Uncle Harry had invented the word. He was referring to his mother, my grandmother, who insisted on scrubbing the cellar steps in mid-winter and who died of a cold aged 96. "When she was asleep last night I could hear her ruttling." he said.
ReplyDeleteI thought our family could lay tiny claim to literary fame; now it seems we can't.
Oh, interesting usage there!
DeleteYou will just have to lay claim to literary achievement.... all on your own with poems and stories, RR!