Exasperation

The engine roars then fires a cannon blast. It shakes and shudders like a wagon on a washboard road, rattling brains, teeth, and all notions of order and propriety before melting into abject silence.  

Rave Solo

That third tree down the left-hand side of the alley below my fourth floor window looks like Robert the Bruce.

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