Taste: cherry wine
Sight: a colonial-style abandoned bank imagined as a perfect vampire lair; a stealthy black low-rider, imagined as the ideal vampire ride
Sound: half overheard jazzy hip-hop lyrics, "Macaroni...Whee!"
Touch: a chest clenched with anxiety; a harrowing sensation and experience
Smell: dill
Extra: scansorial: adapted for climbing; the way the power lies with the person telling the story;
Sight: a colonial-style abandoned bank imagined as a perfect vampire lair; a stealthy black low-rider, imagined as the ideal vampire ride
Sound: half overheard jazzy hip-hop lyrics, "Macaroni...Whee!"
Touch: a chest clenched with anxiety; a harrowing sensation and experience
Smell: dill
Extra: scansorial: adapted for climbing; the way the power lies with the person telling the story;
"Art is our reply to weariness.
Gather it to you, emulate the tulip,
shed your petals one by one,
and dance."
— "Saturday, Sunday," Sister Fox's Field Guide to the Writing Life, Jane Yolen
"Let my heart of ink be riversGrateful for: book club, trying new things, friends across continents
feeding the landscape
where a thousand flowers
spill over river's banks,
and animals as yet without names
drink deep of the water." —
"Wings of Paper, Heart of Ink," Sister Fox's Field Guide to the Writing Life, Jane Yolen
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