American Sentence LXXXIX
Cowboy lingers in the scent of old brass and iron plumbing, rolls a smoke.
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Cowboy lingers in the scent of old brass and iron plumbing, rolls a smoke.
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I can almost smell the metal myself with this one.
Encouraging to hear.
I love this. I can hear him marauding in my walls now, or at least just groping through sagging studs for what Aaron Copeland promised him plain as a dribbling spigot.
heehee
Great counterpoint to Pam’s line, Goldie!
This has that train-cadence. Love “old brass and iron plumbing,”
Thanks, Shaun!
What Shaun said.
Plus I will add, for me, it has the smell of those old cans of brasso cleaner
Exactly the smell!
This is spectacular! You can feel and, yes, smell this one. Love that brass and iron plumbing.
Thanks H.A.! Encourages me that I am on the right track (pun intended) 😉
I’ve just read from LXXXIV
Your descriptions are vivid, and those sensory details really anchor me into this train ride.
Thanks for reading from LXXXIV and for your comments, Encourages me to stay on the train and dig deeper.
Great sense details.
Sensory
Thanks for the encouragment, Kevin!
Yes, great sensory details making me want more.
Thanks, Linda!
You’ve got me wondering again . . .
working on it again,,,thanks for the wondering…It encourages a deep digging!
Rhythm of the rails. Sensory details puts me there in the scene
Appreciate your comments!
Such leisure in this sentence – the hard and the soft combo for our cowboy.
First we hear the train,
now we smell it..
but the Cowboy’s lingering
bodes uncertainty to me…
brass and iron and red hair…
RE: but the Cowboy’s lingering
bodes uncertainty to me… 🤔
On the edge of my seat
Glad you are on the train!