Today the wind is violent enough to strip the bark off the trees, and I'm surprised it hasn't yet. Not a lot of rain, but it's blustery enough to make you feel like any contact your feet have with the pavement is a blessing. Everyone's hair dances above them like spirits trying to escape from the tops of their heads.
At least it's not raining.
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The title says it all, no?
I spend my junior year in Edinburgh for music, rugby, and maybe some studying.
1 comment:
I like the line you wrote:
Everyone's hair dances above them like spirits trying to escape from the tops of their heads.
Cooooool.
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