“High white clouds skittered, their color matching the sheep that ambled below.”
From: “How to Knit a Love Song,” by Rachael Herron
Your turn: What beautiful phrasing can you conjure?
“High white clouds skittered, their color matching the sheep that ambled below.”
From: “How to Knit a Love Song,” by Rachael Herron
Your turn: What beautiful phrasing can you conjure?