How to Breathe Life Into Your Writing

sunset grassesIt doesn’t matter what kind of writing we do: whether it’s personal insights or practical tips, posts about happiness or blogging, coaching or parenting, serenity or simple living, there comes a time when we need to freshen up our writing to stop our topics becoming stale. Stories, descriptions and daily details can enhance and illustrate any piece of prose. Poetic power can make our writing soar. I enjoy breathing life into my writing by indulging all of my senses and inviting in the elements.

I tend to do this instinctively because I love sensual, lyrical writing and nature inspires me, but it can be learned. My post Writing to Connect:Does Your Writing Stink? investigated preferred sensory perceptions, and encouraged you to explore your under-used senses, bringing fragrance and mouth-watering aromas into your writing.  Today I’d like to share my love of the wind, of balmy breezes and fresh air. Harness the wind in your writing and you create one of the most invigorating forms of movement.

Look out of your window right now…

Even the slightest breeze will stir a leaf, make a stray strand of hair dance and flick around someone’s face. Notice what the wind does – really focus – then describe its effects; your readers will feel it on their faces as they follow your gaze and line of thought. The following is from my post Transcendental Trolleys  in which I observed the effects of a gale in a supermarket car park; it’s a purely visual description because I was standing in the shelter of the supermarket .

I looked out onto the car park and surveyed a surreal scene; unaccompanied trolleys whizzing and clanging into cars, a tiny bouquet of cellophane-wrapped tulips buffeting and skidding along the road trying to take off,  newspapers flying around like kites, and people batting off litter and flying brochures with their flailing hands like a scene from Hitchcock’s ‘The Birds’.

I saw people struggling with overloaded trolleys, trying to swing them around like rollerblading partners, outstretched arms in a spin. Others lurched for small light items snatched by the wind and watched in alarm as their liberated trolleys trundled off to freedom.

Be attentive to descriptions of winds, breezes and storms in other people’s writing.

They’re often symbolic as well as evocative and scene-setting.

I wrote the following poem to describe a powerful moment of transformation I experienced while hanging out wet laundry; it later became an introduction to my piece called Life Laundry. Blue skies and a sunny breeze can symbolise so many things. Here, the breeze evokes fresh thinking, inspiration and the promise of a new phase of life; it’s the wind that fills the sails of the ships that carry us to unexplored islands when we’re ready to let go and free ourselves of whatever’s holding us back.

Pegging out laundry
Damp and fragrant in the sun
She lifts up her face
Listens to the sheets flapping
In the breeze, surrendering
Ready to set sail

In the following lines by Randi of Foreign Quang, taken from a comment she left on my post called Rapt Attention, Gifts and Rain, I stood beside her as she showed me the vista with a sweeping gesture of an outstretched arm; I became the watcher, scanning the scene, zooming in and out with telephoto lens precision. I could see the bright, beautifully coloured kites dancing on a breeze, but more than that, because of how she has juxtaposed the images, and carefully used the phrase “grown men” I could feel the men’s boyish joy and pride, the soaring unfettered promise of moments free from the stresses and cares of everyday responsibilities. It’s a beautifully crafted piece that evokes innocence and simple pleasures, stirs the senses and recreates movement, life and dance.

What gifts would I share from my hometown? My hometown is in Iowa, so if we met there I would show you the miles and miles of lush green cornfields and let you smell the wet dirt. Then I would take you to a beautiful park on the Missouri River, where grown men fly very expensive but extremely beautiful kites; where little children roll on the grassy hills, play on the swings, and get sand in their hair; where blushing brides have their outdoor weddings under a dance pavilion canopy; where bike riders, roller bladers and skateboarders zoom back and forth on the ten mile riverfront trail; and where couples in love sit on the grass holding hands while watching water skiers send up a spray of water behind them.

Fan flames, breathe life and listen to the howling of the wind…

The following extracts, taken from Face the Fire, the third in Nora Roberts’ Three Sisters Island trilogy, show how the elements can be captured in a few deft brush strokes.

…The breeze had her hair dancing in fiery spirals.

…All around her the irritable wind swirled, snapping at her cloak until it billowed up like wings.

…So she turned from them, from the cliffs and the sea. Her cloak whipped behind her as she ran toward the lights of home.

Notice the descriptive verbs of movement, and the use of onomatopoeia – how ‘whipped’ and ‘snapped’ echo the sound the cloak makes. (I used ‘flapping’ in my own poem above.)

Notice how anthropomorphosis is used in the second quote to turn the wind into a threatening, elemental creature. Notice, too, how the colour and movement of the protagonist’s hair evoke an image of flames being fanned, and how the allusion to wings, to a creature snapping and something whipping behind her suggest the imminent flight of an elemental, ethereal creature, driven by or fleeing from the fear of pain.

Discover and recreate the rhythms of wind and movement…

leaves dancing in the windPoetry often captures the rhythm of buffeting winds and gentle breezes. In Shelley’s Ode to the West Wind the visual image of the leaves being blown around is reinforced by the rhyme and the swirling, sweeping rhythm.

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing…

In To a Skylark, Shelley invented a new stanza form to replicate the swooping and ascending flight pattern of the lark on currents of air, and to echo the pattern of its song:

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from heaven or near it
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Wild winds, balmy breezes and sea spray…

In the following extract from Coleridge, we can see alliteration used to brilliant effect. The image is of a ship ploughing its way through wind and waves. I can almost feel the wind in my hair and the sea spray on my face.

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow followed free;
We were the first that ever burst
Into the silent sea.

The rhyming lines and  internal rhymes, blew/flew, first/burst, replicate the regular dipping of the prow into the waves. The plosive ‘b’s in ‘blew’ and ‘burst’ echo the power of the boat cutting through the waves. The succession of stressed syllables with an initial ‘f’ is a deliberate and appropriate way to summon up the sound of the wind; fricatives are made by blowing out air through partly closed lips. The sibilants in ‘silent sea’ and the long vowel in ‘sea’ evoke the sensation of gliding through a vast expanse of ocean.

I could have found thousands of phrases describing the wind from many of the books and poems I’ve enjoyed, but I hope you’ll enjoy discovering  – then creating – your own.  

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  • How many words can you think of for winds?
  • How many verbs come immediately to mind when you think of storms, winds or breezes – the sounds, smells, feel and movement?
  • Take some time today to watch the wind or to bask in a sunny breeze.
  • Try capturing a breeze or a breath of fresh air in something you write.

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37 thoughts on “How to Breathe Life Into Your Writing

  1. “The emotions agonizingly swirled through me when I was forced to face the soul-searing facts of deception. Like the relentless buffeting of a howling thunderstorm, the torrential winds of piercing anguish sliced apart all of my preconceived excuses, leaving my inner spirit pitifully exposed to the stark honest truth.”

    Okay, it’s not how many words I can think of for ‘winds’…..but it’s used in a story. 🙂

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    • Be still my beating heart!! Do I have the best commenters in the whole world or WHAT!! Great stuff, Barbara – thank you! I was scared folk might read this piece and think I’d been drinking too much wine on my staycation and had finally gone loopy – but I love exploring all the ins and outs of writing. If you can’t combine Shelley, Nora Roberts, skateboarders and laundry in your own blog, where can you do it!

  2. I look outside this morning, to the grey morning sky. Light rain. A slight breeze, the small trees moving ever so lightly. Grey. It is peaceful, really. No sun, no heavy clouds, just grey. I’m pensive. And it’s good, all good….

    Lance´s last blog post..There Is Greatness Within

    • I felt calm just reading this. Damp, dark grey-green Scottish winters make me feel peaceful like that, whereas late summer often brings on the most awful, brooding melancholy. I’m glad your “pensive” isn’t melancholy pensive, Lance, if you know what I mean. I know you’d be fine with it, learn and find some way to pass on the learning, but I’m glad you’re peaceful. Your visits always make me smile inside.

  3. Wow, this post is great! You’ve touched on so many great topics relating to writing and given me a lot of great ideas. One thing that really helps me as a writer is listening to my five senses. When I think about my five senses, I’m forced to be in the moment and to pay attention to what’s going on around me. Being aware in this way makes me better prepared to write about what’s happening in my life. Excellent post!

    Positively Present´s last blog post..why i need other people to change myself

    • Thanks, Dani. I think you hit on a biggie there. It’s crucial to experience the world through as many channels as possible so that our writing doesn’t become too conceptual and cerebral. Whether we write fiction or non-fiction, try to make folk laugh or feel supported or inspired, we need to refuel ourselves. A healthy dose of logging off and living does it for me every time.

    • Hi Hayden,
      I know what you mean. I don’t ever sit and deliberately try to do any of this – I just write – but there’s definitely a place between reading and writing/editing where I enjoy an awareness of what works for me as a reader. That awareness often turns into an urge to extract patterns to adapt for my own use some day or to pass on to other folk. That post last night popped out as a result of me finding one of those Nora Roberts lines and thinking how well she describes the sea, the wind and other elemental forces. But being obsessive, I took the idea and not only ran with it, but set up my own triathlon! A sensible blogger might have quoted just those few lines and asked a simple question about what folk thought, but oh no, I got all excited and started remembering poems, comments and passages and wondering what kind of writing folk might come up with if they focused on the wind.

      By the way, “verve” just became my word of the day!

  4. “The howling gusts blew dry dust across the high plains desert, ripping away her breath and sand blasting her eyes. She tried to gulp and gasp behind the crook of her arm, but the wind rudely pushed past the useless barrier, leaving her wheezing, barely breathing as the windstorm air-dried the world with brown, choking powder.”

    I sometimes live with this kind of wind, so it was easy to write! Thanks, that was fun.

    Lori Hoeck´s last blog post..Three ways a narcissist can take control

    • Wow! Now that’s just made Friday even more interesting; I started my day with crispy fried vampire over at Sean’s and am about to log off in a desert sandstorm! I don’t know how you can live with those; aren’t they terrifying? I wear contact lenses and am mentally rubbing my eyes, cringing at the thought.

      I’m glad you had fun with this. I had doubts about whether to post it or not, but I had fun writing it and hoped it would give folk pause for thought.

  5. Hi Janice,

    You quote some fabulous poems from some of my favorites. It was so nice to read them again. 🙂

    At the moment, I am at the office dealing with a sore throat and a slight fever. So that makes me ability to focus on certain things a bit of a challenge. However, this morning, the sky was bright blue like the ocean and just looking at it gave me peace and reaffirmed my belief that all is as it should be. 🙂 And the sun was so bright, it reminded me of fields of sunflowers (just like the ones I saw when I lived in India for 6 months).

    Nadia – Happy Lotus´s last blog post..Living Instead of Working: My Interview With Jonathan Mead

      • Hi Nadia,
        Hope you had a rest and recovered at the weekend. 🙂 That’s one of the tough things about your commute and working in an air conditioned/centrally heated office. No matter how healthy you are, it probably leaves you prone to whatever bugs are flying around. I know you’ll probably have realised that I kept my response short in case you’d subscribed to comments; I didn’t want to add to a long email list when you had a fever that stopped you focusing. I really appreciate your commenting here even though you weren’t feeling a hundred percent. Hope you are now!

    • Lovely to have you visit! That’s one of the things I love most about blogging. To me, it’s like a world full of cafés or kitchen tables to sit at, sharing, laughing, learning and passing stuff on. If we share a genuine piece of ourselves in a post or comment, we attract folk who’ve resonated with something we’ve said so there’s always something to chat about.

      I hope you manage to find my older posts OK. I really need to sort out my categories. I tend to try and cram too much into my patchwork posts, and any threads that connect to my older pieces probably get lost. (I’m like a kid trying to cram too many sweets into my mouth in case I forget to eat them later, lose them, get told off for eating them or my naughty older brother comes along and steals them!) I haven’t used the previous posts widget I want to yet because most of my posts don’t have thumbnails.

  6. Love the post, Janice. So many of us get into writing in the first place because of the joy that comes from floating on the words themselves, and then all the clutter of storytelling techniques and criteria get in there and take away some of the magic. We must all strive to keep the music in our words.

    Which is why I’m adding a note here… I like to listen to music – movie soundtracks, mostly — when I write. I choose the music to fit the tone of the scene I’m in.

    Also, I always pay attention to song lyrics and how the melody fuses with them to deliver a whole in excess of the parts. That can inspire me in ways that influence my novels and screenplays (when I teach novel writing, I always tell folks that they need to write the “soundtrack” of the scene into their narrative, and then play a movie scene to demonstrate how much music contributes to the viewing and storytelling experience).

    Larry´s last blog post..“101 Tips” Preview: Tip #79 — Five Moments in Your Story You Must Understand Before You Can Write Something Saleable

    • Great to have you over here, Larry. I enjoyed your guest post at Write to Done, and this response to Mary’s request for tips on improving our writing: “Experiencing other forms of art — music, athletics, dance, sculpture — is also inspiring, since it all evokes the human spirit.”

      It touched a subject close to my heart. I paint and sing, play guitar and am obsessed with making our home and garden a living breathing work of art. Our innate creativity will always find a way to breathe. Acknowledge that, and it’s like an air current you can surf.

      I resonated so much with what you said above about soundtracks. I’m obsessed by people’s power to tune into the frequencies of musicality as well as listen to their own inner voices. As a linguist and translator, it helps me capture nuances. Many years ago, I wrote an essay about the intonational differences between natural speech and people reading a written piece out loud. It’s a topic that’s fascinated me ever since.

      Whenever I hear a new song or CD, I always sense which ones will end up on the soundtracks of multiple movies. Some tracks inspire me to write whole short stories and screenplays around them. (Annie Lennox singing Miracle of Love or Why?; Beth Nielsen Chapman, Elbow or Fleet Foxes singing just about anything. I have a long list in my head, one I have every intention of investigating in a post some day. I hope you’ll comment when I do!)

      When we accumulate records, tapes or CD’s, or make mix tapes or compilation CD’s, we’re actually creating the musical soundtrack to our own lives. If you’re relatively new to ‘the café’, you might be interested in two of my old posts, Falling Slowly and Fleet Foxes, where I talk about being so moved by music that I can’t actually listen to much! So often I’ve bought the soundtracks to films because I’ve loved them, but then I can’t listen to them afterwards. (The Piano, The Mission and Last of the Mohicans come instantly to mind.) On the other hand, the music from Chocolat always gives me a warm, Johnny Depp- loving glow!

        • Yup, a Depp girl; there are definitely screenwriting places that only the likes of Johhny can reach! I’m a bit multi media when it comes to reading and writing, too. I read books and have the movie cast in my head by the end of the first few chapters. (I cast the Harry Potter films amazingly accurately, but was so disappointed by the film of The Da Vinci Code; Tom Hanks was just pure wrong for it. ) One of the reasons the Nora Roberts formula works so well is that she does what you suggest and deliberately creates romantic leads who evoke famous film stars. The one I’m currently reading has a Julia Roberts/Nicole Kidman red-headed heroine and Neo in his long black coat from the Matrix as the lead guy. (And yes, I do watch an awful lot of films. I believe quite passionately that it helps our writing if we listen to lyrics and watch films, well made advertisements and good TV shows as well as reading widely!)

  7. This was a spectacular post, even down to the title, which stayed with the subject by having the word ‘breathe” in it. I especially loved the Coleridge poem and your example out of Transcendental Trolleys. Very effective pictures. You can be sure that now I’ll pay more attention to the writing of others and how they use the wind or a breeze in their description of something.

    It’s obvious that you are very well-read. Thanks for sharing this part of yourself.

    P.S. I think Lori is describing Utah. 🙂

    Randi´s last blog post..Ken and Pen—-You’re it!

    • “Spectacular” is a lovely way to start a monday morning! Thank you. I enjoyed writing this piece; I knew that you and Nadia – and probably many others here – studied English at university and might enjoy a walk down memory lane while other regulars, gifted writers and voracious readers in their own right, might enjoy my personalised peek at the mechanics of practical criticism.

      I don’t think I’m particularly well-read, but I do have what I think of as passion pockets, phases of reading certain genres or authors, types of poetry or – don’t laugh – reference books. That’s why a lot of what I read stays with me intensely. Can I make a confession here? I chose two Discourse Study and Systemic Linguistics options at university to get out of doing Dickens and Austen courses. Not only were the books we’d have to get through HUGE, but I had this gut feeling that I’d enjoy them better when I was a bit older than twenty! I do read Austen now, but (and I wish I could write this in a teeny, weeny font..) I prefer films of her novels!

      Thank you for being OK about me using an extract from your comment. I remembered it because the vivid image of the kite flying stayed with me. So many comments over here are post-worthy in their own right. It’s a never -ending source of pleasure for me.

      PS Utah now scares me…I don’t think I like the sound of sand storms at all.

  8. Thank you, Barbara! Don’t get me started on laundry…I love sticking my face into damp piles of sheets that smell like fresh air and flowers! I choose the fragrances of my cleaning products so carefully that I keep worrying that some store detective in a supermarket will think it’s related to glue sniffing.

    At the moment I’m using washing powder that’s infused with jasmine oil and lavender, and a liquid fabric softener that smells like the Marseilles soap they always seem to use in spotlessly clean, white-painted Greek hotels with tiled floors.

    The way I see it, if I have to clean, I may as well have mini raptures that trigger mind moodling while I’m doing it!

  9. Found this by the wonderful Sonia Simone over at Copyblogger today. It reminds me of the conversation Larry and I were having here earlier:

    Every human being is creative, and every human child is a poet, a singer, a musician, and an artist. The only reason you quit being all of those things is that you got scared.

    So ok, killer, it’s time to face the really scary stuff. Put the work in to make your copywriting extraordinary. Put some art into your marketing. Don’t throw away all the oddball ideas. And, independent of work you get paid for, spend some time playing with language.

    You and I both know it’s not about putting pretty descriptions of sunsets into your copywriting. It’s about caring about language and making the words sing.

  10. Janice,
    I grew up with my mom hanging clothing and bedding for 12 people on the clothesline. I grew up making tents out of the sheets. And I brought my children up hanging our laundry on the clothes line. Until we moved to a city where hanging clothing was not allowed.

    But they couldn’t take away the memories and smell of clean sheets, the stiffness of dry jeans and the memory of my mom, extra clothes pins in her mouth as she worked up and down the clothes line hanging clothes and bedding for 12.

    Thanks for the inspirational writing opportunities!

    Tess The Bold Life´s last blog post..Mondays = 1/7 of Your Life

    • This brought tears to my eyes, Tess; there weren’t 12 of us, only five, but you could have been describing my mum – pegs in her mouth – and my childhood. We had these long pieces of wood called clothes poles, with a groove in the end that was for propping the washing line up tight. We used them as lances for jousting on our invisible horses. Thank you. I’m always glad when something I write triggers a memory, and yours always transport me.

  11. I have just brought my laundry in from the line – the best solar equipment on the planet – and it is hot and crispy because there is not even the slightest whisper of a breeze around. Baked crisp and crunchy to fold and tuck away.

    I pick a word every morning to frame my day and infuse my writing. Because I am leaving for a break soon, my writing seems hurried and timed rather than just passing through me to the page – not as pleasant as the cool air rushes I am hoping will come before sleep.

    Patricia´s last blog post..Part II: The case for Eliminating Wall Street

    • Weird you should say that, Patricia; I’ve been in such a holiday mood these past few days, I haven’t even logged on. I knew that if I did, it would break my connection with everything I’m absorbing at the moment. When I’m inspired, the sensation is sometimes a fresh breeze blowing through, other times a stream or a torrent. But in between, if I’m not doing ‘living meditation’ (daily tasks and housework done with presence) I enjoy feeling like a lizard basking on a warm white wall or a sea sponge, soaking everything in.

      I brought a tiny pine table and my laptop out into the garden and am now sitting outside, with my face in the sun, watching the shadows of the laurels dance like a living tablecloth in one corner of the table. (We have a permanent family sized table table on our ‘pathio’ but I fancied a change of scene – part of what I’ve been doing to create my holidaying at home feeling.) The charge in my laptop means I only have enough time to visit my own blog and answer a few emails. But that’s fine; when the weather breaks and my husband’s back at work, I’ll have time to catch up on friends’ blogs. It’s all good.

      I’m curious about your word for the day. Mine’s is ‘absorb’.

      • Your staycation sounds restful and good – so nice to take advantage of husband being home and reconnecting in a joyous fashion. And the laptop battery as a time keeper – awesome idea!

        Today is too hot – from rain to instant summer is not so good, but the local fair is going across the Lake so having the windows open is a lot of screaming from the amusements?

        My word for today turned into RELEASE, because I am full of resentment that my husband spent part of my Scotland money on his latest biking adventure, more so that he didn’t ask, and thought just ignoring it would be the best thing to do. Also my new tour, since our original one was canceled seems to have no time off to meet people….just a few spots for wandering around – I think to encourage shopping…release, release those feelings that are rising…maybe I should go on the Ferris wheel and scream it out! Have a lovely day 🙂

        Patricia´s last blog post..Part II: The case for Eliminating Wall Street

        • You won’t need time off to meet me; I’ll lurk in some prearranged café in Edinburgh and your tourist guide will think you’re just having a break.

          As for your husband, you won’t be buying any Scottish whisky for him then! I’d be on that ferris wheel in a shot if I was lucky enough to have one close; it must give you an amazing view of the lake! You could maybe take your husband to the fair, to one of those airgun or hook the duck stalls… and miss 😉

  12. Wow Janice!
    I am in a total rapture after reading your post. This is my first visit to you lovely Blog..or from now on my new “Word Cafe”. I loved every minute of it.
    The intricacy of your writing inspires me. Your writing has a way of livening up the senses and i mean all the senses!
    I love the fact that you shared such awesome tips for an amateur like myself. Thank the lord for people like you who have the ability to wake even the deadest of emotions.
    Keep up the lovely work..and i hope to come again..and indulge myself in your brewing WORD CAFE.

    Zeenat{Positive Provocations for mind body and soul}´s last blog post..How NOT to Panic-The Wallet Incident

    • Thank you so much. It’s lovely to have you in our wee café. I hope you’ll have a wander around to see what’s on offer and visit often! (If I were you, I’d read some of the comment threads, too; there are blogs within blogs here!)

  13. I once heard that our writing voice is the oxygen of our stories, the stuff that breaths life into characters and plot, and we all know that the best fresh air is clean and crisp, and void of scents. The cynical but notice-worthy take on this is that we tend to stink up our writing with too much aroma. We overwrite, we flood the page with purple, we beat our description of settings and character intros to death armed with too many sharp adjectives.

    The analogy can keep us centered on the “less is more” ethic of clean writing. We don’t see published books that colorize and decorate every page with floral arrangements yet (speaking as a story coach who sees many unpublished manuscripts) flowerized over-writing is the hallmark of the unpublished. The deft touch of the occasional and even rare perfect descriptor carries more weight than sentences that come out of a can or air freshener.

    I speak as one of the guilty, so I keep the analogy close (as in, keep your friends close and your enemies closer).

    Larry´s last blog post..And the Nominee for Best Director in a Novel is…

    • Hi Larry,
      I really enjoyed this, but I think it all comes down to individual definitions of the ‘over’ in “over-writing”. We also need to be clear on what kind of writing it is and on the author’s role. BIG difference between a writer whose focus is authentic self expression and co-created sensation, and the author whose role is invisible puppeteer/god/journalist in a fictional narrative.

      I don’t enjoy sickly sensuality or bloated prose that burps and spits its way through paragraphs of unpalatable alliteration ;), but there’s a difference between clean writing and sterility, a balance to be had.

      Fresh, clean air doesn’t have to be odourless. Most of us know the difference between mountain air and sea breezes. As a Scot who’s lived in England, Greece, Spain, Portugal and France, I could tell the smell of Scottish ‘fresh air’ blindfolded. If the human race had no sense of smell or taste, it would soon become extinct.

      By the way, you’ve given me today’s word of the day. “Deft”.

  14. Janice,

    I love the poem about hanging the laundry. You write beautifully. I also loved reading all the comments as they were also so very creative. While it’s not exactly descriptive of wind, here’s my offering:

    It’s a cold, blustery day at the beach. The wind is strong enough to rock the beach house and the the waves are all wearing their white caps.

    As I look out of the window, the sun is battling with the clouds. Just now, the sun was winning and it popped out, leaving a trail of silvery gray where it touched the water. Then the clouds took back control, but not for long.

    There are still places out in these gulf waters where the sun escapes the tenacious hold of the clouds and dances across the water with the delight of a laughing child escaping to freedom.
    .-= Sara´s last blog ..A Good Story: Check it Out! =-.

    • Wow! Not much else I can add apart from appreciation for the kind words about my writing. I really like this and am left wondering where the gulf and the wind battered beach house are! Thanks for adding yet another wonderful, creative comment. The response to this post has blown me away – no pun intended!

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