quercus

cork, quercetin, are cognate.

i lost the bottom button of my jacket. i mean it fell off. i picked up. i could still sew it back on.

the next beer i make will not have hops, but yarrow and sweet gale as preservatives and flavoring agents.

from 7-9 at work i command a large room with four small nooks, doored in with one-way film. i sit, looking out to the entry, on the left side at the back, as chiefs are supposed to sit in bangwa areas.

here is my favorite passage from los adioses:

"... que la existencia del pasado depende de la cantidad del presente que le demos, y que es possible darle poca, darle ninguna."

sauces, as we know them today, are fairly modern inventions.