Transluminous. It was simply transluminous.
A down-to-earth kind of gal, Auntie Eartha adds spirit to the mundane and tells it as she sees it. With a raw sense of humor, she turns routine into adventure, pet peeves into passions, and strikes home with her words. She doesn’t suffer misspellings, bad grammar, misplaced punctuation, inconsistency, or stupidity well, though she admits to making her share of mistakes.
Monday, April 7, 2014
After-Church Reverie
Sent from Michael Lowery: I awoke early, as usual, and was searching for the perfect word for the experience of yesterday, some word that would describe the experience without venturing too far from the truth, a descriptive that would be unassailable by those of the literary mind. Every possibility failed the context test. Finally I invented a new word:
Transluminous. It was simply transluminous.
Transluminous. It was simply transluminous.
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