Which writing sample is better? - mould on canvas bag
Example 2
When I woke up the other side of the bed was cold. My fingers stretched out, the search for primary heat, but only find the rough cloth mattress cover. She has nightmares and went with our mother. Absolutely. This was the day of harvest.
I leaned on his elbow. There was enough light in the room for them. My little sister, Caleb, curled on his side, trapped in the body of my mother, cheek to cheek. In the dream my mother was younger, still used, but not be sad. Prim's face was like rain drops, fresh, so beautiful as the spring on her appointment.
I opened her legs off the bed and slipped into my hunting boots. Flexible forms of leather, which at my feet. I have pants, shirt, hiding mand long braid in a dark hat, and grabbed my bag lining. On the table with a wooden box to protect it from hungry rats and cats and that had a little goat cheese Perfect
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