The wriggling reliquary of Waking Ambrose.
I enjoyed both this and the previous teil very much, the colourful scene with the people of Wolfshausen and the caravan, and the golden air in which Frau Braun is spitting around her poisoned thoughts.
In golden air, better to be the spitter than the spittee. Thanks, Ariel.
It depends, Pascover. :-P
Ha! Yeah, I suppose there are two perspectives on the matter.
It's golden, but it's just chaff.Good reading.
Thanks, cousin W.
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