The wind-whipped snow—wait a minute, is this going to be another sentence based on what you see out of your window?—lashed the trees unmercifully—yes.
Saturday, January 29, 2022
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A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
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