fleck

# It's not when it rains hard # # it's when it rains long # # and the shadows of the drops # # upon the windshield fleck the dawn # # it's not when it rains hard #

# it's how she didn't stay # # as the rivers rose to wash us # # but then carried her away # # it's not when it rains hard # # it's when the rain got her # # and shadows of the drops upon the windshield fleck my shirt #

'And I think that this passage is just one little fleck.

- A fleck of mud, a speck of paint, clues that speak volumes to an investigator like him!

- A metal fleck. - Metal fleck.

# It's not when it rains hard # # it's when it rains long # # and the shadows of the drops # # upon the windshield fleck the dawn # # it's not when it rains hard #

# it's how she didn't stay # # as the rivers rose to wash us # # but then carried her away # # it's not when it rains hard # # it's when the rain got her # # and shadows of the drops upon the windshield fleck my shirt #

'And I think that this passage is just one little fleck.

- A fleck of mud, a speck of paint, clues that speak volumes to an investigator like him!

- A metal fleck. - Metal fleck.

"One section of the iris with flecks of brown color."

- And little red flecks.

- No, I still see flecks of red.

- Tweeds. Oatmeal, flecks of brown, a three-quarter coat with patch pockets, a scarf, felt hat, brown shoes, a tussore shirt and a small, blue handkerchief in her breast pocket. - I can't remember any more.

- What are those flecks?

"One section of the iris with flecks of brown color."

- And little red flecks.

- No, I still see flecks of red.

- Tweeds. Oatmeal, flecks of brown, a three-quarter coat with patch pockets, a scarf, felt hat, brown shoes, a tussore shirt and a small, blue handkerchief in her breast pocket. - I can't remember any more.

- What are those flecks?

# Blonde hair flecked by sun

A junior, a Drama major, just back from Europe... only a little gay, with flecked blond hair, a great body and these amazing gray eyes.

And we find ourselves looking with dull heart of stone at the tress of gold-flecked hair that we had once so wildly worshipped and so madly kissed.

Colored glass, flecked wallpaper, tufted banquettes.

Her lips were swollen and flecked with foam.

"But the son of Peleus pressed on to win glory, flecking with gore his irresistible hands."

And if it ever got out that Fleck was... flecking one of his surrogates...

# Blonde hair flecked by sun

A junior, a Drama major, just back from Europe... only a little gay, with flecked blond hair, a great body and these amazing gray eyes.

And we find ourselves looking with dull heart of stone at the tress of gold-flecked hair that we had once so wildly worshipped and so madly kissed.

Colored glass, flecked wallpaper, tufted banquettes.

Her lips were swollen and flecked with foam.

"But the son of Peleus pressed on to win glory, flecking with gore his irresistible hands."

And if it ever got out that Fleck was... flecking one of his surrogates...