Women’s freestyle moguls

Early: fine flakes fattened. You pulled on extra. You hung suet, feeders; brought warm water. You steeped tea, added log, worked. (We did it said your youngest dog careening into your younger dog at finish line.)(La gloire est à moi she said scanning scoreboard.)(Buddy silver’s great said your youngest cat from windowsill.)Those are not mounds said his sister.)(rvrs mgls myb texted your younger cat.)(No maybe about it they’re dips from belly-leaping ruminated your oldest cat from iron pot.)(We think perhaps snow glare creates illusions whispered your canaries.)(Magnificent speed echoed your oldest dog.) Golden moon climbs podium.