Taste: concord grapes
Sight: red roses, shadows,
delicate skin, wide smile, blue eyes, rose lips; purple yarn pulled up around
her neck
Sound: when the clock chimes
on the quarter hour
Touch: her alert, taut
neck; hot, popped corn kernals
Smell: burnt sugar
Extra: a grandson's love; “Sometimes
I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not
living.” ― Jonathan
Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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