Crossword-Solution: SSO
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| SSO | anagram | OSS, SOS |
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| Sp. compass point | 2 answers |
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Dermatological complaint
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Hint 1 meaning
An inflammatory disease of the skin, characterized by the
presence of redness and itching, an eruption of small vesicles, and the
discharge of a watery exudation, which often dries up, leaving the skin
covered with crusts; -- called also tetter, milk crust, and salt rheum.
Hint 2 anagram
ECZMAE
Hint 3 another clue
eruption
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Sentences with SSO (3)
What then is represented by the _faselus_ of the Georgics, that problematical vegetable which has transmitted its name to the haricot in the Latin tongues? Remembering that the contemptuous epithet _vilis_ is used by the poet in qualification, I am strongly inclined to regard it as the cultivated vetch, the big square pea, the little-valued _jaïsso_ of the Provençal peasant.
Nuno Alvarez, who commands the Portuguese army against the Castilians, whom his brothers have joined, thus addresses his companions in arms:-- Amigos, eu nam sey mais que diga do que vos jà tenho dito, però ainda vos quero responder a ìsso, que me dissestes.
And this little blond prince--whom the doctors think the mistral is likely to benefit--has come to seek the flower of the Rhone of which he has heard so much-- "Flour de pantai, de gentun, de belésso, que, pèr tout païs ounte s'atrovo, L'ome i'es gai e la dona i'es bello." ("Fleur de beauté, fleur de grace et de rêve Par tout pays ou on la trouve, L'homme est joyeux, la femme belle.") Then they all tell him that it is the flowering rush that nourishes itself in the water--which "l'Anglore" loves to gather.
Quotes with SSO (1)
And he leans in, so carefully. Breathingand not breathing and hearts beatingbetween us and he’s so close, he’s so close and I can’t feel my legs anymore. I can’t feel my fingers or the cold or the emptiness of this room because all I feel is him, everywhere, filling everything and he whispers“Please.” He says “Please don’t shoot me for this.” And he kisses me. His lips are softer than anything I've ever known, soft like a first snowfall, like biting into cotton candy, like me…
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Appears in: Newsday.
Used 1 time in crossword archives (1999).