Hovering craft hobbles.

Jolly wills and lover cooees ~ tongue wagging ~ Periled by amber ~

Hiver and hovering the woman's care its patent weakness pretender to the throne. Of barwheel hopes.

_________________Hiver was winter the dog of night. Clapping thunder to its rent and Oona chairing the phosphorescent clad ~ her choked corsage was a funeral's might of harm. Hindering neither your thought nor vane ~