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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

you know, language is so beautiful and amazing. the learning is endless and countless. the journey of grasping it is boundless.












today, in lecture, we were asked to write an impromptu paragraph based on an old photograph. the photograph is a close up of a stone house's door that's left open with sunlight splattered across the house. the inside of the house looked kinda dark and there's a huge broom leaning by the doorway. here's my paragraph:

The bustle of activities stopped, abrupt. Where it ends, another story begins.

Of a rusty cottage hidden away at the corner of the street. Its door ajar, yet the sunlight does not penetrate. It dies at the doorstep. A broom, the largest broom along the streets. Large enough for the many layers of dust that settles.

The busy street much loved by the people. Not I, I love the hidden corner.

okay, i know, that makes 3 paragraphs but i'm not used to writing long paragraphs so there it is. after which we were told to give it a title.

mine's called: Rustic Charm

it wasn't graded nor was it read. but it was such an engaging way of teaching. because through that the lecturer showed us how our methodologies differ. i kinda enjoyed writing that though i've lost touch. what do ya think?

the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it becomes...
-cheryl
12:15 AM





Cheryl

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