by Knight Errant » Wed Aug 20, 2008 9:43 pm
Diana shrugs. "You heard her..." Then turns around and starts swimming for the other side of the pool.
Well... that was nearly a close one.
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.