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Her eyes were drawn to a clothing store that had an amazing cloak in the window. It was black, but seemed to shimmer with iridescence and had slashes with inset red details. She stood with her nose against the glass for more than a minute before being irresistibly drawn into the shop. (2/6) #wss366

Heather walked down Mercantile Street looking in shop windows. Deepmooring, being a large seaport, had a fantastic variety of imported goods the like of which she'd never seen before. There was exotic furniture, mouthwatering candies, finely-worked leather goods, and so much more. (1/6) #wss366

Brundhilde counted twice to make sure.
"That's strange," she said. "Lambda only has four toes."
"Lambda is a dog."
"But you kinda look like a dog."
"I beg your pardon!" he said.
"If I fly high enough," Forrest said. "You both look like insects." (2/2) #wss366

"Hey! Hey!" Brunhilde called, running across the grass.
The bear turned and waited until she arrived.
"Yes?" he asked. He waited patiently while she caught her breath.
"How many toes do you have?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"How many toes do you have?"
He held a paw out and let her #count. (1/2) #wss366

After dinner, she wrote for a while in her journal. But she soon fell asleep.
She awoke to find herself being carried to bed.
"Did you see?" she yawned.
"I did!" Kasseh said. "We will have to celebrate tomorrow."
"Tomorrow…" Cecelia echoed, and fell back to sleep in Kasseh's arms. (3/3) #wss366

When she arrived, she peeked into the jewelry shop. She could see at once that Kasseh was in one her manic phases, hyperfocused on whatever it was she was working on. Cecelia sighed and quietly slipped upstairs. She recut the stem, put the rosebud in a vase, and set it on the table. (2/3) #wss366

Lady Cecelia felt like celebrating. One of the unique variety of roses she had rescued from the Queen's rose garden, with much patience and persistence, had finally started to bloom. With her clippers, she cut a single #bud and, wrapping it in paper, carried it home to show Kasseh. (1/3) #wss366

maturaj fruktoj… sed la birdoj atendos, ĝis fermentitaj / ripe fruits… but the birds will wait, until fermented #hajko #haiku #esperanto #writeout

"There are bot flies that lay eggs on people. The maggots burrow into your skin and live in your flesh. They stick a bristle up through your skin to breathe, and…" She suddenly realized that he was horror struck with revulsion.
"That's awesome!" the girl said. "Where can I get one!" (3/3) #wss366

"Ah!" Totemo said. "Good eye! That's a leaf miner. Insect larvae eat a path through the leaf. See how it gets wider as they grow? There are even #stem, twig, and needle miners!"
"I'm glad there's nothing like that in people!" a boy said.
"Actually," Totemo said, warming to the subject. (2/3) #wss366

Totemo Isogashii and Lambda led a crowd of school children on a field trip. Lambda led them while Totemo pointed out features of plants and animals they encountered.
"What's this?" a little girl said, pointing at a leaf. A winding circuitous path was visible through the leaf's surface. (1/3) #wss366

Watching people who use commercial operating systems (or social media services) is like watching frogs in the water as it gets hotter and hotter.

I wonder if @tobadzistsini ever read *On The Road*… https://www.theguardian.com/books/2025/oct/10/very-significant-jack-kerouac-story-discovered-after-mafia-boss-auction

Apple computer.

"It's not an umbrella: It's a parasol," he said, bandying semantics like a pro.
"But why do you have it?" she pressed.
"To #shield me from the deadly actinic rays of the sun."
"It makes you look like a fop," she said, brightly.
"I prefer the more technical term 'flâneur,'" he said. (2/2) #wss366

The elderly gentleman strolled through the park. He was elegantly dressed for the hot, sunny weather, wearing a light-colored linen shirt and multi-colored vest. He carried a parasol with little pompoms around the edge.
"Why do you have an umbrella?" asked a little girl in the park. (1/2) #wss366

Once the water finished draining through, Zsazsa removed the cone and handed the cup to Booboo who accepted it.
She inspected it suspiciously. "It looks like coffee." Then she tasted it. "It tastes like coffee! It's good! But I still want my cream and sugar."
"How barbaric, Darling!" (4/4) #wss366

Zsazsa took a pot off the stove and poured boiling water in circular patterns over the grounds. The scent of fresh coffee filled the air.
"It really does smell like coffee!" Booboo said.
"There are lots of ways to make coffee," Zsazsa confided. "But this one is supposed to be best." (3/4) #wss366

She walked over where Zsazsa had an object that looked like an inverted cone of glass and set it over a cup. She set a piece of #filter paper in it, and measured out two scoops of dark granules of something.
"Ew," said Booboo. "What's that?"
"That's what ground coffee beans look like." (2/4) #wss366

Booboo came downstairs at Mama-san's Izakaya, yawning. She walked over to the replicator to make herself coffee.
"Would like a cup of coffee?" Zsazsa asked.
"I can just punch it in myself," Booboo replied.
"No, Darling! Let me make you one!"
"Make one?" Booboo said, curiosity piqued. (1/4) #wss366