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Jul 2019
No words. No sword.
I drown, drowsily, in snow;
Soon lost to lornly’s downy sorrow.
Now low. Low-lit, I stonily sit.
So it is, I worldly rid.

‘Father liked word games. he was fourteen times World Scrabble Champion. When he died, we buried him at Queenzieburn to make use of the triple word score.’
Jasper Fforde, The Big Over Easy

Written using only the ten letters from the title:
D, I, L, N, O, R, S, T, W, Y.
Written by
annh  F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
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