Take the following ten words...
- chocolate cake
She was a meek librarian who dreamed of traveling to Stonehenge, to bathe in the shadows of the standing stones as the sun fell toward the horizon. "I would wash myself in the mystery," she said aloud to the panorama of African tribal masks that hung on the far wall of the deserted library. Remember your prenomial verbs! her French teacher had said too often. I wash myself. Je me lave. Her desire to stand in those shadows was as inexplicable as her disgust with chocolate cake. As if to rid herself of the thought of cake, she swept her lips twice with her tangerine lipstick, a jarring color against her florid complexion. And off she went into the night, in search of a latte and love.
Peace - D