The day was grey and sad the first time I saw you. Rain drenched, you stood to one side, cut off from the rest of the wet, bus fare herd. Your face cast back the sky’s mean mien.
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My journal of big words and pretty pictures
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The day was grey and sad the first time I saw you. Rain drenched, you stood to one side, cut off from the rest of the wet, bus fare herd. Your face cast back the sky’s mean mien.
Thin spiral notebook 
The words go splendidly with the image.
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That’s a lovely take !
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Mmmm, I love that last line. Gorgeous piece.
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This is fantastic for so many reasons, all of them already listed above. Great job!!
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Oh my God this is terrific.
bus fare herd = perfectly conveys the image
And this: Your face cast back the sky’s mean mien.
Lovely
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The amount of depth and descriptiveness in these few short words is incredible! As so many have said already, this is the beginning of a great novel, if I ever read one. 🙂
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thanks for the story and very nice photograph. perfect.
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I love how you fixed the face to the weather.
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The words are powerful and the photo, mesmerizing.
Be well, Tara.
xoRobyn
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You’ve sketched such an evocative scene here. I can almost feel the gloomy rain and the leaden mood. Great work, Tara!
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