The frigid northern wind lunged through the crack in the heavy cathedral doors drawing Nancy out into its arctic embrace. Nancy wrapped her scarf around her neck as she stepped into the blustery evening. Her hands sought the smooth, buttery leather of her favorite gloves as she crossed to the railing and began climbing down to street level.
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~Jason
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See?
~Jason
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But, I posted it at your insistence and ... we'll see.
Hollie
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Really clear imagery, I could imagine myself there. :)
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Very very nice!! I do hope you write often, you have a gift for painting a picture, and including all the senses. Now I'm thinking back to my writing, and it's so visual, and maybe a little auditory... There is a whole world of taste, smell, touch... Thanks for reminding me!
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I married so well. :)
~Jason
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Very descriptive. I love the bit about the gloves.
It sent chills down my back.
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