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They say river to the underworld doesn’t twist
Answer for the clue "They say river to the underworld doesn’t twist ", 6 letters:
sticks
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Word definitions for sticks in dictionaries
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
Word definitions in Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
"rural place," 1905, from sticks in slang sense of "trees" (compare backwoods ). See stick (n.).
Usage examples of sticks.
The whole Port Washington Tennis Academy student body gets free and mandatory Wilson sticks under an administrative contract.
Wilson, have unnecessary light-blue Wilson covers on all their courtside synthetic-strung sticks and big red Ws stencilled onto their Wilson synth-gut strings.
You have to let your company of choice spraypaint their logo on your strings if you want to be on their Free List for sticks, is the universal junior deal.
Clock 17 out on the court with him along with his towels and water-jug and sticks and gear bag, and from his very first appearance on the East Coast jr.
Between points, both Hal and Slice switched their sticks to their right hands and clamped their left hands tight under their arms to keep from losing sensation in the chill.
A door down the hall opens and a head sticks out and scans and then withdraws.
Someone has forgotten a gear bag and pile of sticks out by the net-post of Court 17.
Hal conies out and down off the pressure-treated redwood deck and comes walking very steadily and seriously toward the border of the garden the Moms had surveyed out with little sticks and string.
Fox large-head sticks a nauseous West-Coast fluorescent orange with the trademark fox-glyph painted on the strings.
Our ancestors kept their drums in public, but the sticks, being more actively magical, usually were stored in places known only to the shaman, the medicine man, the high priest, or the Wise Old Woman.
Beans had advised her that one could learn from foreigners, but when it came to Phoenician sticks and Japanese dildos, one hardly could make a drop of sense of anything they said.
Nest there was a great stalk: like the trunk of a tree, but not solid, made of sticks and spars through which Silverhair could see the pale dawn sky.
When the Lost tugged at their sticks the fire burned deeper in her neck, and it got so tight she could barely breathe.
She could see their small eyes, sighting along the sticks at her head and belly.
There was an instant of agonizing pain as the embedded sticks twisted in her wounds, opening them further, but then they broke away.