Longest one yet; it’s got some good and some bad parts. A bit rushed, again. Tomorrow, I’m going to try and spend some time on the entry.
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Still Lives Part Five
Sarah Jacobson’s hair has the consistency of cornsilk. She doesn’t have the color (she reassures herself that only happens in fairytales and bottles). Her features are usually covered with windblown strands of dullish brown tipped in red (the remnants of a failed dying attempt when she was sixteen and unsatisfied with herself). Sarah’s eyes – grey – are usually angled up, which leads to near-comic mishaps when she angles them straight at the moment precisely before she steps before a car or into brambles.
Sarah likes listening to the sound her boots make when they drag on the sidewalk and the smell of fresh and worn and fallenapart books. Springtime, she plaits dandelions in her hair.