Touch: a tuft of matted fur
Taste: acid tang of red wine so potent it makes the glass cry and lures a dozen fruit flies to their death
Sound: the blare of a horn, the straining of cellos
Sight: corridors, of evergreen trees straight green sides into the sky along the gray car clotted freeway, framing a flock of crows that rise black arcs intermittently over the street
Smell: the faint caramel, singed sugar, egg of flan
Extra: a relief of adjectives, equilibrium - the sad press of unexercised days exorcised by good company
Taste: acid tang of red wine so potent it makes the glass cry and lures a dozen fruit flies to their death
Sound: the blare of a horn, the straining of cellos
Sight: corridors, of evergreen trees straight green sides into the sky along the gray car clotted freeway, framing a flock of crows that rise black arcs intermittently over the street
Smell: the faint caramel, singed sugar, egg of flan
Extra: a relief of adjectives, equilibrium - the sad press of unexercised days exorcised by good company
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