American Sentence LXXXII
The train gathers salt black, its passengers weary, delicate truths slip.
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The train gathers salt black, its passengers weary, delicate truths slip.
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Oh, this one is intriguing! I am curious what those “delicate” truths are…
So cool, Pam!
Stunning. I have so enjoyed your American Sentences this month. Amazing what you do with 17 syllables. So intriguing and evocative.