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For Once In My Life
I'm a girl who loves to read and write. I'm also in love with the 1940s-1960s era, airplanes, good music, and sarcasm.
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
Gary Provost
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2 days ago - 
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WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT
i might be really dumb but
did they ever establish why the little girl started screaming when she saw Sherlock at the police station?
6 days ago - 7
7 
heres to having a painful sunburn yeehaw
6 days ago - 1
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