storming about the place

storming about the place (these storms are displaying themselves with untoward
frequency… can’t keep the heat off any longer) with an iron pot on my head,
waving that uncowed
wooden spoon. so that when all the heels were drumming on the skylark. hippocampus
is a long way from home, wouldn’t you say? ….

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