- Her cornflower blue top draped over her shoulders in a cascade of wrinkles and creases. Two saphire gems dangled from her ear's perfectly matched to the exact hue of her shirt. She was composed and careful but her hair hung in twisted knots, much like the way her thoughts fell and formed. Her stride was practiced and graceful but her gaze was impatiently curious. Her smile curled upward forcing you, almost by spell to smile back.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
In Class Writing Assignment - Classmate description
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