What could be scurfier than a seed word that is not part of one's vocabulary?
Among the silage in the serene meadows of Cassia Valley, the fragrant silica-rich soil nurtures ancient trees, and their sisal fibres sway gently in the breeze. These resilient fibres, like loyal allies, bind the community together, their strength unyielding even when adversities assail. The villagers, with their poetic hearts, compose elegies for each fallen tree, honouring their memory through verses that echo across the rolling hills. And so, in this harmonious dance of life and loss, the land thrives, and the aliases of nature intertwine, creating a tapestry of resilience and beauty.
So, is a muleteer a follower of Mickey Mule?
