"I worked out what 'fēlēs' and 8 other words would look like if they had survived ."
"ATLANTIS WISHED
Within sad slate,
wind halts a site.
The island waits,
sans tidal white.
Awe hits its land—
At dawn, this isle
tilts wise a hand.
It stands awhile.
In wash, last tide,
the sand it wails.
Wan salt, it hides
its wit and shale.
Its death in laws,
it lies and thaws."
--@Anthony_Etherin
"A moot tattoo, saliva, crow as a bird..." --Dr Awkward & Olson in Oslo
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