So I'm grading, and I read the following sentence. I swear on the grave of Henry Thoreau that I am not even embellishing this in the slightest.It is indeed awesome, Jeff, and ripe with literary potential. I think I could write a short story based on the premise inherent in that sentence.Witch children fallow the elder's footsteps.
That's like a Led Zeppelin lyric.
So, I think I will.
I encourage all of my literary-minded readers to make something out of this fantastic line -- short story, poem, screenplay, vulgar haiku -- and have it up on their blogs by Friday, 28 September, 2007. I will link to all participants, and those whom impress me will receive a patented Palette Gloom Cookie.
EDIT: The word is fallow, not follow.
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