Word-Wednesday for June 3, 2026

And here is the Wannaskan Almanac with Word-Wednesday for June 3, 2026, the twenty-second Wednesday of the year, the eleventh Wednesday of spring, the first Wednesday of June, and the one-hundred fifty-fourth day of the year, with two-hundred eleven days remaining. Brought to you by Bead Gypsy Studio, 101 Main Avenue North, Roseau, where you can get 50% off select Bead Gypsy bracelets through the month of June.


Wannaska Phenology Update for June 3, 2026
Lilacs Abloom
Syringa vulgaris — mamaandaamiinikaan in Anishinaabe — now flowers throughout Wannaskaland as another sure sign of spring and an herald of the coming summer season. Lilac stems from the olive family, Oleaceae, native to the Balkan Peninsula. Lilac branch ends can become fasciated: /FA-SHē-ā-dəd/ adj., showing abnormal fusion of parts or organs, resulting in a flattened ribbon-like structure. The flowers have a tubular base to the corolla — the collective term for all the petals on a lilac flower.

June 3 Fickle Pickle Wednesday Menu Special: Potato Dumpling


June 3 Nordhem Wednesday Lunch: Updated daily, occasionally.


Earth/Moon Almanac for June 3, 2026
Sunrise: 5:24am; Sunset: 9:21pm; 1 minute, 28 seconds more daylight today
Moonrise: 10:53pm; Moonset: 7:37am, waning gibbous, 92% illuminated.


Temperature Almanac for June 3, 2026
                Average            Record              Today
High             70                     93                     71
Low              49                     28                     58

When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom'd
by Walt Whitman

1
WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d, 
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, 
I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. 

O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring; 
Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love. 

2
O powerful, western, fallen star! 
O shades of night! O moody, tearful night! 
O great star disappear’d! O the black murk that hides the star! 
O cruel hands that hold me powerless! O helpless soul of me!
O harsh surrounding cloud, that will not free my soul! 

3
In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash’d palings, 
Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, 
With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love, 
With every leaf a miracle......and from this bush in the door-yard,
With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, 
A sprig, with its flower, I break. 

4
In the swamp, in secluded recesses, 
A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song. 

Solitary, the thrush,
The hermit, withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements, 
Sings by himself a song. 

Song of the bleeding throat! 
Death’s outlet song of life—(for well, dear brother, I know 
If thou wast not gifted to sing, thou would’st surely die.)

5
Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities, 
Amid lanes, and through old woods, (where lately the violets peep’d from the ground,
spotting the gray debris;) 
Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes—passing the endless grass; 
Passing the yellow-spear’d wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown
fields
uprising; 
Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards;
Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave, 
Night and day journeys a coffin. 

6
Coffin that passes through lanes and streets, 
Through day and night, with the great cloud darkening the land, 
With the pomp of the inloop’d flags, with the cities draped in black,
With the show of the States themselves, as of crape-veil’d women, standing, 
With processions long and winding, and the flambeaus of the night, 
With the countless torches lit—with the silent sea of faces, and the unbared heads, 
With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces, 
With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and solemn;
With all the mournful voices of the dirges, pour’d around the coffin, 
The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs—Where amid these you journey, 
With the tolling, tolling bells’ perpetual clang; 
Here! coffin that slowly passes, 
I give you my sprig of lilac.

7
(Nor for you, for one, alone; 
Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring: 
For fresh as the morning—thus would I carol a song for you, O sane and sacred death. 

All over bouquets of roses, 
O death! I cover you over with roses and early lilies;
But mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first, 
Copious, I break, I break the sprigs from the bushes; 
With loaded arms I come, pouring for you, 
For you, and the coffins all of you, O death.) 

8
O western orb, sailing the heaven!
Now I know what you must have meant, as a month since we walk’d, 
As we walk’d up and down in the dark blue so mystic, 
As we walk’d in silence the transparent shadowy night, 
As I saw you had something to tell, as you bent to me night after night, 
As you droop’d from the sky low down, as if to my side, (while the other stars all
look’d on;)
As we wander’d together the solemn night, (for something, I know not what, kept me
from
sleep;) 
As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west, ere you went, how full you were
of
woe; 
As I stood on the rising ground in the breeze, in the cold transparent night, 
As I watch’d where you pass’d and was lost in the netherward black of the night,

As my soul, in its trouble, dissatisfied, sank, as where you, sad orb,
Concluded, dropt in the night, and was gone. 

9
Sing on, there in the swamp! 
O singer bashful and tender! I hear your notes—I hear your call; 
I hear—I come presently—I understand you; 
But a moment I linger—for the lustrous star has detain’d me;
The star, my departing comrade, holds and detains me. 

10
O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved? 
And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone? 
And what shall my perfume be, for the grave of him I love? 

Sea-winds, blown from east and west,
Blown from the eastern sea, and blown from the western sea, till there on the prairies
meeting:

These, and with these, and the breath of my chant, 
I perfume the grave of him I love. 

11
O what shall I hang on the chamber walls? 
And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls,
To adorn the burial-house of him I love? 

Pictures of growing spring, and farms, and homes, 
With the Fourth-month eve at sundown, and the gray smoke lucid and bright, 
With floods of the yellow gold of the gorgeous, indolent, sinking sun, burning, expanding
the
air; 
With the fresh sweet herbage under foot, and the pale green leaves of the trees prolific;
In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river, with a wind-dapple here and
 there; 
With ranging hills on the banks, with many a line against the sky, and shadows; 
And the city at hand, with dwellings so dense, and stacks of chimneys, 
And all the scenes of life, and the workshops, and the workmen homeward returning. 

12
Lo! body and soul! this land!
Mighty Manhattan, with spires, and the sparkling and hurrying tides, and the ships; 
The varied and ample land—the South and the North in the light—Ohio’s
shores,
and flashing Missouri, 
And ever the far-spreading prairies, cover’d with grass and corn. 

Lo! the most excellent sun, so calm and haughty; 
The violet and purple morn, with just-felt breezes;
The gentle, soft-born, measureless light; 
The miracle, spreading, bathing all—the fulfill’d noon; 
The coming eve, delicious—the welcome night, and the stars, 
Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land. 

13
Sing on! sing on, you gray-brown bird!
Sing from the swamps, the recesses—pour your chant from the bushes; 
Limitless out of the dusk, out of the cedars and pines. 

Sing on, dearest brother—warble your reedy song; 
Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe. 

O liquid, and free, and tender!
O wild and loose to my soul! O wondrous singer! 
You only I hear......yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart;) 
Yet the lilac, with mastering odor, holds me. 

14
Now while I sat in the day, and look’d forth, 
In the close of the day, with its light, and the fields of spring, and the farmer
preparing his
crops,
In the large unconscious scenery of my land, with its lakes and forests, 
In the heavenly aerial beauty, (after the perturb’d winds, and the storms;) 
Under the arching heavens of the afternoon swift passing, and the voices of children and
 women,

The many-moving sea-tides,—and I saw the ships how they sail’d, 
And the summer approaching with richness, and the fields all busy with labor,
And the infinite separate houses, how they all went on, each with its meals and minutia of
daily usages; 
And the streets, how their throbbings throbb’d, and the cities pent—lo! then and
there, 
Falling upon them all, and among them all, enveloping me with the rest, 
Appear’d the cloud, appear’d the long black trail; 
And I knew Death, its thought, and the sacred knowledge of death.

15
Then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me, 
And the thought of death close-walking the other side of me, 
And I in the middle, as with companions, and as holding the hands of companions, 
I fled forth to the hiding receiving night, that talks not, 
Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness,
To the solemn shadowy cedars, and ghostly pines so still. 

And the singer so shy to the rest receiv’d me; 
The gray-brown bird I know, receiv’d us comrades three; 
And he sang what seem’d the carol of death, and a verse for him I love. 

From deep secluded recesses,
From the fragrant cedars, and the ghostly pines so still, 
Came the carol of the bird. 

And the charm of the carol rapt me, 
As I held, as if by their hands, my comrades in the night; 
And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.

DEATH CAROL.16
Come, lovely and soothing Death, 
Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, 
In the day, in the night, to all, to each, 
Sooner or later, delicate Death. 

Prais’d be the fathomless universe,
For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious; 
And for love, sweet love—But praise! praise! praise! 
For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding Death. 

Dark Mother, always gliding near, with soft feet, 
Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome?

Then I chant it for thee—I glorify thee above all; 
I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly. 

Approach, strong Deliveress! 
When it is so—when thou hast taken them, I joyously sing the dead, 
Lost in the loving, floating ocean of thee,
Laved in the flood of thy bliss, O Death. 

From me to thee glad serenades, 
Dances for thee I propose, saluting thee—adornments and feastings for thee; 
And the sights of the open landscape, and the high-spread sky, are fitting, 
And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night.

The night, in silence, under many a star; 
The ocean shore, and the husky whispering wave, whose voice I know; 
And the soul turning to thee, O vast and well-veil’d Death, 
And the body gratefully nestling close to thee. 

Over the tree-tops I float thee a song!
Over the rising and sinking waves—over the myriad fields, and the prairies
 wide; 
Over the dense-pack’d cities all, and the teeming wharves and ways, 
I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee, O Death! 

17
To the tally of my soul, 
Loud and strong kept up the gray-brown bird,
With pure, deliberate notes, spreading, filling the night. 

Loud in the pines and cedars dim, 
Clear in the freshness moist, and the swamp-perfume; 
And I with my comrades there in the night. 

While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed,
As to long panoramas of visions. 

18
I saw askant the armies; 
And I saw, as in noiseless dreams, hundreds of battle-flags; 
Borne through the smoke of the battles, and pierc’d with missiles, I saw them, 
And carried hither and yon through the smoke, and torn and bloody;
And at last but a few shreds left on the staffs, (and all in silence,) 
And the staffs all splinter’d and broken. 

I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them, 
And the white skeletons of young men—I saw them; 
I saw the debris and debris of all the dead soldiers of the war;
But I saw they were not as was thought; 
They themselves were fully at rest—they suffer’d not; 
The living remain’d and suffer’d—the mother suffer’d, 
And the wife and the child, and the musing comrade suffer’d, 
And the armies that remain’d suffer’d.

19
Passing the visions, passing the night; 
Passing, unloosing the hold of my comrades’ hands; 
Passing the song of the hermit bird, and the tallying song of my soul, 
(Victorious song, death’s outlet song, yet varying, ever-altering song, 
As low and wailing, yet clear the notes, rising and falling, flooding the night,
Sadly sinking and fainting, as warning and warning, and yet again bursting with joy, 
Covering the earth, and filling the spread of the heaven, 
As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses,) 
Passing, I leave thee, lilac with heart-shaped leaves; 
I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring,
I cease from my song for thee; 
From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee, 
O comrade lustrous, with silver face in the night. 

20
Yet each I keep, and all, retrievements out of the night; 
The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bird,
And the tallying chant, the echo arous’d in my soul, 
With the lustrous and drooping star, with the countenance full of woe, 
With the lilac tall, and its blossoms of mastering odor; 
With the holders holding my hand, nearing the call of the bird, 
Comrades mine, and I in the midst, and their memory ever I keep—for the dead I loved
so
well;
For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands...and this for his dear sake; 
Lilac and star and bird, twined with the chant of my soul, 
There in the fragrant pines, and the cedars dusk and dim.


June 3 Celebrations from National Day Calendar

• National Repeat Day
• National Repeat Day 
• National Egg Day
• Nationa Chocolate Macaroon Day
• National Doughnut Day
• National Leave the Office Early Day
• Chimborazo Day
• World Bicycle Day
• Feast Day of Keving of Glenalough

June 3 Word Pun
One bird cannot make a pun, except toucan.


June 3 Word Riddle
What do you call a pig with laryginitis?*


June 3 The Devil’s Dictionary Word-Pram
END, n. The position farthest removed on either hand from the Interlocutor.

    The man was perishing apace
    Who played the tambourine:
    The seal of death was on his face—
    'Twas pallid, for 'twas clean.

    "This is the end," the sick man said
    In faint and failing tones.
    A moment later he was dead,
    And Tambourine was Bones.
                    —Tinley Roquot


June 3 Etymology Word of the Week
month
/mən(t)TH/ n., each of the twelve named periods into which a year is divided, from "one-twelfth part of a year; one of the twelve parts into which the calendar year is arbitrarily divided," Old English monað, from Proto-Germanic menoth- (source also of Old Saxon manoth, Old Frisian monath, Middle Dutch manet, Dutch maand, Old High German manod, German Monat, Old Norse manaðr, Gothic menoþs "month"), which is related to menon- "moon" (see moon (n.)). Originally the month was the interval between one new moon and the next (a sense attested from late Old English).

Its cognates mean only "month" in the Romance languages, but in Germanic they generally continue to do double duty. The development of the calendrical meaning for words from this root in Greek (mēn) and Latin (mensis) was accompanied by the creation of new words for "moon" (selēnē, luna).

The colloquial phrase a month of Sundays "a very long time" is from 1829 in British parliamentary debate (roughly 7 and a half months, but never used literally).


June 3 Historic Events, Literary or Otherwise, from On This Day

• 1874 The American Museum of Natural History holds groundbreaking ceremony.
• 1876 Lacrosse introduced in Britain and Canada.
• 1888 Baseball poem Casey at the Bat is first published.
• 1946 First bikini bathing suit is displayed in Paris.
• 1948 Korczak Ziolkowski begins sculpture of Crazy Horse near Mt Rushmore.
• 1969 Children's picture book The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle is published.
• 1980 Mexican architect Luis Barragán is awarded architecture's Pritzker Prize.
• 1982 55th National Spelling Bee: Molly Dieveney wins spelling psoriasis.
• 1993 66th National Spelling Bee: Geoff Hooper wins spelling kamikaze.
• 2005 The Knight of Sainte-Hermine by Alexandre Dumas is published in France by Editions Phébus, completed by Claude Schopp, 135 years after the author's death.
• 2017 The Amazing World of Dr. Seuss Museum opens in Springfield, Massachusetts.

June 3 Author/Artist/Character Birthdays, from On This Day

• 1610 Jacob Neefs, Flemish engraver.
• 1635 Philippe Quinault, French playwright and composer.
• 1657 Manuel de Egues, Spanish composer.
• 1660 Johannes Schenck, Dutch born composer.
• 1738 Johann Christoph Oley, German composer.
• 1746 James Hook, British composer.
• 1750 Frédéric Thiéme, French composer.
• 1773 Michael Gottard Fischer, German composer.
• 1780 William Hone, English author.
• 1800 Vincenc Makovský, Czech sculptor.
• 1801 František Jan Škroup, Czech composer.
• 1819 Magdalene Thoresen, Danish writer.
• 1819 Johan Jongkind, Dutch-French painter and printer.
• 1819 Thomas Ball, American sculptor, painter and musician.
• 1828 Jose Inzenga y Castellanos, Spanish composer.
• 1829 Alfonse Charles Renaud de Vilback, French organist and composer.
• 1832 Charles Lecocq, French composer.
• 1839 Paul Lindau, German playwright.
• 1840 Eugeen van Oye, Flemish writer and poet.
• 1841 Eduardo Caudella, Romanian composer.
• 1844 Detlev von Liliencron, German writer.
• 1844 Emile Paladilhe, French composer.
• 1863 Clotilde Graves, Irish author.
• 1866 George Howells Broadhurst, British-American playwright.
• 1868 (Ivar) Henning Mankell, Swedish pianist and composer.
• 1877 Raoul Dufy, French Fauvist painter.
• 1881 Mikhail Larionov, Russian avant-garde painter.
• 1887 Emil Axman, Czech composer.
• 1887 Roland Hayes, American lyric tenor, arranger, and composer.
• 1893 Asen Karastoyanov, Bulgarian composer.
• 1897 Memphis Minnie [Lizzie Douglas], American blues guitarist and singer-songwriter.
• 1898 Rosa Chacel, Spanish novelist.
• 1900 Gerard den Brabander [Jan Gerardus Jofriet], Dutch poet.
• 1906 Josephine Baker, American-French song and dance revue artist.
• 1907 Antonio Emmanvilovich Spadavecchia, Russian composer.
• 1912 William Douglas-Home, British playwright.
• 1913 Pedro Mir, Dominican poet laureate.
• 1918 Carl Pruitt, American jazz and blues session double-bassist.
• 1926 Allen Ginsberg, American beat poet.
• 1926 Carlos Veerhoff, Argentine-born German composer.
• 1930 Marion Zimmer Bradley, American science fiction author.
• 1931 Linda Hodes (née Margolies), American dancer and co-artistic director of the Martha Graham Dance Company.
• 1936 Larry McMurtry, American Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist.
• 1939 David Stock, American composer.
• 1954 Jiří Georg Dokoupil, Czech artist.
• 1963 Lucy Grealy, Irish poet.
• 1965 Fabrice Bollon, French composer.

Words-I-Looked-Up-This-Week Writer's Challenge 
Write a story or pram from the following words:

• amathia: /a-MATH-ee-uh/ n., willful ignorance; intelligent stupidity.
• cuisse: /kwis/, n., a piece of armor for the thigh.
• discloister: /diss-KLOY-stuhr/ v., to release or remove from a place of seclusion; to allow to leave.
• fedifraction: /fed-ih-FRAK-shun/ n., an instance of breaking a serious promise, agreement, or oath.
• gorget: /GÔR-jət/ n., a patch of color on the throat of a bird or other animal, especially a hummingbird; n article of clothing that covered the throat.
• kalopsia: /kuh-LOP-see-uh/ n., the delusion or illusion of things being more beautiful than they actually are.
• petitive: /PED-uh-div/ adj., of, relating to, or expressing a desire.
• subdolous: /SUHB-duh-luhs/ adj., deceitful, crafty, or subtly dishonest, especially in a sly or underhanded manner.
• tricoteuse: /trē-kôˈ-TəZ/ n., a woman who sits and knits (used especially in reference to a number of women who did this, during the French Revolution, while attending public executions).
• wyke: /wik/ v., to yield, to give way; to fail.

June 3, 2026 Word-Wednesday Feature
Scripps 2026 Spelling Bee Words
This year's final round of the Scripps Spelling Bee was a nail biter, as the final two contestants, Shrey Parikh and Ishaan Gupta, vied for the championship on May 29, when Shrey prevailed. Here's the list of words they were asked to spell, presented in print form as the contestants receive them — spoken phonetically, with the word's definition. You have the advantage of receiving the list in alphabetical order:

• /bə-LINT-ə-wäk/ n., a native dress of Filipino women consisting of dress and skirt woven of local fibers with a kerchief and apron to match.
• /broh-moe-KRIP-teen/ n., a semisynthetic ergot alkaloid and dopamine receptor agonist.
• /KAM-pə(r)-nel/ n., a fragrant heirloom perennial plant (Narcissus odorus). It is highly prized in gardening for its clusters of deep yellow, star-shaped flowers and blooming.
• /kə-SHŌ/ n., a vernacular term that typically refers to specific varieties of winter squash (a variant of cushaw) or certain species of mesquite and bayahonda trees.
• /chi-kuhn-GOO-nyuh/ n., a viral disease spread to humans through the bite of infected Aedes mosquitoes.
• /Kə-wit͟h/ n., traditional Welsh poems written in seven-syllable rhyming couplets that alternate between stressed and unstressed syllables.
• /də-NE-bə-lə/ n., the second-brightest star in the zodiac constellation of Leo (also known as Beta Leonis).
• /ā-MœT/ n., a riot or uprising.
• /EN-THə-mēm/ n., an argument in which one premise is not explicitly stated.
• /FĀ-dō-dō/ n., a country-dance or dancing party held usually on a Saturday night in southern Louisiana.
• /flä/ n., an Irish chief or noble of one of several grades holding rent-free land.
• /HŌM-lə̇n/ n., a European ray (Raja maculata).
• /ē-GWÄ-pā/ n., the candlenut tree, or its seed.
• /mə-DŌK-wə/ n., a genus comprising some small antelopes of eastern and northeastern Africa.
• /mū-LENG-ket/ n., a soft Manila copal gathered about two weeks after the trees have been tapped.
• /mə-NAD-näk/ n., an isolated hill or ridge or erosion-resistant rock rising above a peneplain.
• /NACK-uh-tish/ n., a historic city in northwestern Louisiana and the oldest permanent settlement in the Louisiana Purchase.
• /NIK-uhl/ n., a prism consisting of two crystals of clear calcite cemented together, used for obtaining polarized light.
• /pə-RĒ-mē-ə/ n., a proverb, maxim, or adage.
• /pə-ho͞od-ə-KÄ-wə/ n., an evergreen New Zealand tree of the myrtle family, which bears crimson flowers in December and January.
• /rä-pə-KĒ-vē/ n., a coarse red granite quarried in Finland having curious ovoid ringed feldspars composed of central cores of orthoclase surrounded by a shell of oligoclase and being much used for building in northern Russia.
• /RĒSHē-er-ē-əs/ n., an ancient Roman gladiator armed with a net and a spear.
• /RŮS-ᵊl/ n., vinegar made of fermented beet juice and used during Passover.
• /SǑD-ə(r)/ n., flattery, insincere praise, or blarney, typically used to manipulate or gain favor.
• /tȯr-ə-kə-THAP-sē-ə/ n., an ancient Cretan sport in which a performer grasps the horns of a bull and somersaults over him.
• /teh-ruh-GLIN/ n., an edible marine fish (typically Atractoscion atelodus or Atractoscion aequidens) found in Australian waters.
• /te-sə-rə-KÄN-tə(r)/ n., a galley with forty banks of oars.
• /TÄR-pär-kər/ n., an Indian breed of pale gray humped dairy cattle with lyrate horns.
• /TLÄCHT-lē/ n., a ball game played by Central American Indians (as the Aztecs and Mayas) in which the players endeavor by the use of only the leg, hip and elbow to send a solid rubber ball through two rings set vertically in the walls of an I-shaped court.
• /TÄŋˈkaŋ/ n., a large native boat or junk used in the East Indies in fishing and in local trading.
• /tə-RŌ-nē/ n., a candy made of honey and almonds.
• /WĪ-eb/ n., a period consisting of five nameless days added to a tun to make the 365-day year of the Maya calendar.
• /ZA-mən-ə̇s/ n., a large genus of European and Asiatic colubrid snakes closely resembling and in some classifications including a black snake (Coluber constrictor) of the U.S.

Correct spellings appear at the end of today's post.**


From A Year with Rilke, June 3 Entry
White Roses, from Letter to Madame M-R, January 4, 1923

Every day, on contemplating  these exquisite white roses, I wonder if they are not the perfect image of the unity of being and non-being in our lives. That, I would say, constitutes the fundamental equation of our existence.

Still Life: Vase with Roses
by Vincent van Gogh

Be better than yesterday, 
learn a new word today, 
try to stay out of trouble — at least until tomorrow, 
and write when you have the time.






*Disgruntled.

**
balintawak
bromocriptine
campernelle
cashaw
chikungunya
cywyddau
Denebola
émeute
enthymeme
fais-dodo
flaith
homelyn
iguape
madoqua
melengket
monadnock
Natchitoches
Nicol
paroemia
pohutukawa
rapakivi
retiarius
rusell
sawder
taurokathapsia
teraglin
tessaraconter
Tharparkar
tlachtli
tongkang
torrone
uayeb
Zamenis