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 
Gorgeous work, Tara. Your words paint a beautiful scene.
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This is lyrical and lovely.
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Awesome.
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Rain and sky, lovely and mean mien was so good! 🙂
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Good use of words- “mean mien”. A lot said for so few words.
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Wow, this is some good writing. I am impressed.
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What a beautiful moment you captured in so few words!
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You put the prompt in the MIDDLE? Smart. SOOOO smart, Tara. It never even occurred to me.
Well done. 🙂
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Lovely play on words! ♥
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