Two Wordle Friends sit on either side of a border, eyeing one another like southern Alabama and northwestern Florida, wondering if they shall remain independent or start to blend together, and if so, where the hyphen will go.
"The Lord will pass to smite the Egyptians, and He will see the blood on the lintel and on the two doorposts, and the...
In which one Wordle Friend discovers the deed to a salt mine.
In the land of the giants, one must fell or be felled. In the land of the Wordle Friends, all it takes is one...