Eyes ClosedEyes closed. Mind open.Eyes Closed
They say you can hear with your mind, you know.
With her eyes closed she can hear the deep rumble of speeding motorcycles, the screeching of metallic wheels on pavement. She hears blazing sirens and loud horns, a sure sign that a police chase is underway. She picks up on the sounds of opening doors and clicking locks. Sounds from nonliving objects are all brilliant, she thinks, but somehow sounds and beats created by the living are much more appealing to her. And so she listens to the living and turns away from the lifeless. Jubilant people gleefully stampede the
Porcelain Picture Narcissa, a well-born lady who lives in Revolutionary War-time Boston. Today she is headed for the dress shop, as she will need to take new measurements for her wedding gown that is soon to be made. In the streets she passes, the dullness of the gray morning is slowly giving way to a brilliant midday radiance. But she is not walking, oh no, Narcissa is riding in her fine black coach with the velvet interior she so adores. She sits properly on the velvet cushions, her back stiff and straight. Her dress is of the silken kind, complete with a lace-up bodice and large, ruffled skirts. SPorcelain
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