Thousand: Three Hundred Nine

but what did it mean? The fisher gnome had, however, been delighted upon coming upon another entry. A garden gnome’s last words are worn at the end of a line fishing. That which waits is readiest when comes the collapse. The subject must release from silver cages the fetching surfaces. The garden gnome hurries, but it is too late unless the subject offers a gloved tendency. Clearly, the fisher gnome said to himself upon reading this, I am “the subject” and it is to me my little garden gnome will have to turn else be out of luck. Who but