blurredly

Updated: June 1, 2025

And alone? No, sirs, not quite. Ahead, just visible, blurredly a little phantom form rose and fell on the magic air; behind, another; on his right, a third all thrushes, flying steadily westward in silence; and there may have been a few more that could not be seen, or there may not. His crop, as were the crops of the others, was perfectly empty.

F. St. Mars - The Way of the Wild