Friday, 19 June 2020

appearance writing

Sitting, examining the mustard coloured capacious classes makes the ancient tree look more rustic. The gloomy grey clouds fit the cold wet benches vibe. I hear tones of beautiful birds singing their hearts out in the smoky air. The cold dark wind attacks my legs to make the last 5 minutes bitter. I hear a rumbling engine coming towards me. It makes the air smell of diesel.

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