Taste: corn grits
Sight: Sunjammer Solar Sail; the fat woman chews; he touches her face, kisses her lips; a shiny black Corvette Stingray
Sound: Medic One sirens; a clacking cane
Smell: waffle cone
Touch: matted and sleek fur
Extra:
Sight: Sunjammer Solar Sail; the fat woman chews; he touches her face, kisses her lips; a shiny black Corvette Stingray
Sound: Medic One sirens; a clacking cane
Smell: waffle cone
Touch: matted and sleek fur
Extra:
"There were times he saw, when not knowing was the biggest truth, and you had to stay with that." — The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, Rachel Joyce
"He saw that people would make the decisions they wished to make, and some of them would hurt both themselves and others, and some would pass unnoticed, while others would bring joy."— The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, Rachel JoyceGrateful for: novelists, poets and nonfiction writers; my job
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