Thursday, August 19, 2010

Morning fog, Gold satin, Mr. Scott

1. The garden feels close and cozy because the visual expanse of fields beyond is blocked out with fog.
2. Audrey's hair is shiny and slippery so that it slips right out of my hand while I work with it. Like pieces of satin slipping and sliding against itself.
3. The stone hauler uses his dump truck to unload the gravel with extreme precision, spreading seventeen tons of stone like icing on a cake.

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