Thursday, March 31, 2005
Descriptive Writing-Misty
Tha snow. The light white particles fall from the sky like confetti falling at the stroke of twelve at New Years. As the cotton-like particles swirl around, vision is blurred and the air is filled with a film of grayness. As I watch one of the intriguing and unique particles float to the frozen, powder covered earth, it falls and twirls until the wind changes its course, just as if one were to blow at a piece of lint in front of their face.
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