Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Mood and Setting Story Telling

As I walk towards my grandparents cabin I feel relieved that the long-dreaded walk through woods is over. The wind was cold and felt as knives cutting against my skin. The snow was deep, daring me to fall within its boundaries. As I am walking through the front door I smell the sweet sensation of sugar cookies baking and, hear the ringing noise of one of my grandfathers records playing in the living room. I now feel at home.

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