Taste: Mold, Dry Fungus, Unbleached Cotton
Touch: Sticky, wet, cold yet confident
Sight: Rain before it comes, humidity without the heat, Moisture overclouding the sun
Sound: Classical impatience, veiled concern in a vernacular known for indifference
Extra: I am the tax woman who just returned from a run where I raced the rain. My mouth is dry and my fingertips are cold, but my passions run high.
Senses courtesy of writer Natasha Oliver. Read some of her works at http://www.natashaoliver.com.
Touch: Sticky, wet, cold yet confident
Sight: Rain before it comes, humidity without the heat, Moisture overclouding the sun
Sound: Classical impatience, veiled concern in a vernacular known for indifference
Extra: I am the tax woman who just returned from a run where I raced the rain. My mouth is dry and my fingertips are cold, but my passions run high.
Senses courtesy of writer Natasha Oliver. Read some of her works at http://www.natashaoliver.com.
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