Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #534 Words: bear, breath, gods, cat, taut, gaze, digital, crave, light, host, scribbled, crosshairs Host's neck grew taut as he cast his gaze at an uninvited bear, who sighted him in thick bush's crosshairs. Breath of the gods was hot, not favoring him with light. No one noticed. His guests were digitally preoccupied, sitting farther back, craving some stingy sunlight. He did not think it wise to scribble a hasty text on his phone. Eyes were glued to the bear. How long could this standoff last? https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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