The echoes of pebble crunching steps came to a halt, replaced by the cushioned thud of grass. These things come suddenly because we are inured to gradients. The path is simply gray then green. We can skip this bit of the story and flip to the next chapter. The appearance of a new breed of underbrush or the skittering of a differently pelted monkey are details lost at the next indentation, perhaps even the next period.
So why describe the valley below? Why waste a verbal palette with seaweed greens or bitter browns? The paint dries quicker than words, like the red on some forgotten barn. The last hundred yards to the cottage hold their magic like a sweaty hand on chocolate. So let's sit here a while and make an ending before things are over.
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The echoes of pebble crunching steps came to a halt, replaced by the cushioned thud of grass. These things come suddenly because we are inured to gradients. The path is simply gray then green. We can skip this bit of the story and flip to the next chapter. The appearance of a new breed of underbrush or the skittering of a differently pelted monkey are details lost at the next indentation, perhaps even the next period.
So why describe the valley below? Why waste a verbal palette with seaweed greens or bitter browns? The paint dries quicker than words, like the red on some forgotten barn. The last hundred yards to the cottage hold their magic like a sweaty hand on chocolate. So let's sit here a while and make an ending before things are over.
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