American Sentence LXXV
The girl, fingers roughed from scrubbing blue corridors, sings yesteryears dew.
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The girl, fingers roughed from scrubbing blue corridors, sings yesteryears dew.
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Blue corridors!
This sentence could be the opening scene for a novel or a film. Glad it’s a poem, too!
Breathtaking write!