Labels:text | screenshot | graphic design | software | operating system OCR: Cave, by Iain Benson 1 of 15 Cave which clings to one's teeth making Ah good, friends, it is wonderful to one's mouth feel like the inside of a gravel tray, I was hawking on the see you all once more, Many are the voyages which I have sailed since last Market, and trade was bustling, Many we met. May I sit and share a mug or were the light brown skinned women who two with you? Splendid, War Soo, prized my silks, and would buy no drinks for my friends. As you are kind other until my return every two years, Blues of every hue were in season enough to let me sit with you by this warm and cheery fire, I shall tell you that summer; fortunately, I had of my latest voyage - and what a predicted this, and was well stocked with silks the colour of the deepest Marvellous tale it is, ocean, to those of the palest winter As you know, I am a merchant, trading sky, and they were selling well, To our fine Chinese silks with the cover my own back, I had also stocked infidels in Japan, and the heathens in up on the perennially favoured yellows Babylon. Well, I was in Babylon three and whites, with a few reds just to be on the safe side. summers past, when my story unfolded, It was a hot dry day, with a dust Well, as the trading day drew to a close, I was left with a problem, Most H GOTO
