Saturday, February 12, 2011.
It was a windy day, with winds reaching up to 10 mph. The trees bent at angles a tree should never know...
What?
To Melodramatic?
How 'bout this: The afternoon was a quiet one, except for the wind howling against the windows.Even the ghost in the fireplace was silent, for even he couldn't compare to the wind's awesome might...
No. Sounds like the beginning of a cheap thriller novel.
Hmm. Trying to sound mysterious, and clever, yet appealing to your web-audience is hard to do this late in the afternoon.
...Maybe I should try again later, after I'm tired and had at least three Mountain Dews.
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