Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #552 Words: physics, bar, dirt, fools, sometimes, clod, never, alchemy, drunk, snack, gold, silver His experiments with physics for creating a super-antibiotic which would raise the bar in treatments, left the alchemist little spare time. He never closed his lab before 10:00 pm. So intent was he, that sometimes he'd forget to eat, leaving himself at the mercy of snack vending machines. Pristine place, the lab was always kept free from even miniscule clods of dirt. One night, drunk on the surety that his formula was perfected, he mixed various beakers of liquid with melted strands of silver and gold. Unable to wait a day longer, he sipped a tiny amount. Alas, it wasn't to be. The alchemist had mistakenly used fool's gold. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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