Taste: light, sweet Sky River Mead for drinking in the open air
Touch: She's gripping my two fingers tightly, sitting in my lap as if it were her first ride at the fair.; She's struggling to stand on wobbly limbs she does not yet quite understand are her own and strong enough to hold her.; She's wriggling upward fish-like, active, and then she sinks back, asleep.
Smell: It smells like mall in here: in the bathroom, a collision of department store fragrances, the two girls walk out, straight dark hair, tight pants, the shiny purses slung over their shoulders are wider than their hips; a sweet, spicy, woody pipe smoke, in place of the usual smoldering ashes, is the scent hiding something?
Sight: He's leaning large over the sidewalk in a blue t-shirt.
Sound: hip-hop
Extra: "For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying, sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis from the heresy of rain," — James Hurst's The Scarlet Ibis
Touch: She's gripping my two fingers tightly, sitting in my lap as if it were her first ride at the fair.; She's struggling to stand on wobbly limbs she does not yet quite understand are her own and strong enough to hold her.; She's wriggling upward fish-like, active, and then she sinks back, asleep.
Smell: It smells like mall in here: in the bathroom, a collision of department store fragrances, the two girls walk out, straight dark hair, tight pants, the shiny purses slung over their shoulders are wider than their hips; a sweet, spicy, woody pipe smoke, in place of the usual smoldering ashes, is the scent hiding something?
Sight: He's leaning large over the sidewalk in a blue t-shirt.
Sound: hip-hop
Extra: "For a long time, it seemed forever, I lay there crying, sheltering my fallen scarlet ibis from the heresy of rain," — James Hurst's The Scarlet Ibis
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