Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Show don't tell

The frozen stare of the lifeless dyed stitches of the weaved maple leaf seamlessly bring patronage to the land around. The hard icy pinch of the exposed metal on my 10 fingers,  and my upper hand froze them with the slightest touch. The damp, heavy, "fluid" filled my nostrils and clouded my thoughts, and the sloshes of the water blocked alien sounds in my ears. Everything around me seemed to bring an inner peace. At last, I felt calm

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