I can see the mist rising and closer and closer to me it looks like a heavy glass of mystery. The cactus are wet and so is my doorway. I can also smell the free air reaching to grab me up and up to the white heavy sky that is hard to find now I can see the city light in San Francisco. The sun is rising and so am, I say good bye to the white heavy mist of magic.
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i think tour best line is "a heavy glass of mystery"
ReplyDeleteDear Isabela,
ReplyDeleteGreat job! you are a great writer using synonyms like "a heavy glass mystery" I love it!
Abby