The sea rages. It reaches out long fingers and scratches blood lines down her leg. But she - she stands at her easel and paints in the shallows. She knows how to quell the tide.
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Nice. I was reading about the "small stones" and river thing. Very good, very good. I'm not sure I know how to be that concise. :)
ReplyDeletewow, you've packed a punch with your first small stone
ReplyDeletepowerful imagery
What Kel said!
ReplyDeleteThanks, peeps! :)
ReplyDeleteHaha, Erin. It takes a fair bit of mind whittling. If you could see my talking style, you'd be amazed that I could EVER be concise :P
I've emailed with you enough to know that. :)
ReplyDeleteHaha, yeah :) Well, in person, I flummox and my mind races and my thoughts go nuts and I think 170 things in the space of several seconds and by the time it comes out my mouth it's a wonder I make any sense at all ever!!
ReplyDeleteWell you usually DO make sense. And I admire the skill it takes to be concise when you choose to exercise it. That's always been one big problem with my writing...I just have SO MUCH to say.
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