I've gone to sleep. The sun sank deep into the valley until it disappeared and all that was left was the last limpid sunlight draining from the sky.
Too poetic. The sun went down: so did I.
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"The last limpid sunlight."
ReplyDeleteI like this. The last sentence is poetic too, you know.
You suckered me into that last line. How? I read the beginning and I thought, "How poetic. I like." And then I read the last lines and watched cynicism raise its head. :D
ReplyDeleteSUCKERED
ReplyDeleteYeah, I am trying to find a balance between luxurious language and specificity.
Hmm. Let us specify luxoriously.
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