I was kindly asked to pen a post for Bertram's Blog, so I'm tooting my own horn (and promoting an excellent writer's blog) and asking eveyone to check it out.
A.F., Thank you for hosting. It was a pleasure working with you. And thank you, Gretchen, Chris, and Beth for stopping by my blog. Great to see you there!
BTW, I played with one of the paragrphs on pat's blog and your article . . check it out, think it flows better. . Hi A.F.
Jessica was sitting stiffly at the grand piano, the antique grandmother delivered for her sixteenth birthday. She stared at the slightly cracked keys, knowing that she could not focus her thoughts on music. Thoughts wandered to the memory of Butch’s leave-taking that morning and not Chopin’s Raindrop Prelude. His face still haunted memeories; his thick, brown hair, his sparkling, green eyes, and his warm, exquisite mouth. Alas, he sailed for England’s Cornwall . .
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Jessica was sitting stiffly at the grand piano, the antique grandmother delivered for her sixteenth birthday. She stared at the slightly cracked keys, knowing that she could not focus her thoughts on music. Thoughts wandered to the memory of Butch’s leave-taking that morning and not Chopin’s Raindrop Prelude. His face still haunted memeories; his thick, brown hair, his sparkling, green eyes, and his warm, exquisite mouth. Alas, he sailed for England’s Cornwall . .
Tell me if I am out of line! ; 0 )
Watch the typos, though, they sneak in there when you aren't looking.
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