The clean light from zeitgeber and summer sunsplash welcomed Preston to the brownish beige grama of his recently acquired house lot like a safety flashlight in need of replacement batteries.
Upon hearing an oddly muffled ricochet sound, Mr. Tapley (who was unknowingly being observed) instinctively looked up to see the shrinking zenith of a deep blue sky that weirdly appeared to pull dark clouds inward from it’s pine tree periphery.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 146)
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Written by Edward Roads

For Preston, clear emotion was the unusual presence of a minute droplet of moisture formed at the socket of his typically steadfast soul.
Dismissing this brief display as if matter-of-factly dealing cards for the next game of solitaire, he carefully checked each window one last time and cautiously got out of the cab to get a scoping view of his property.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 145)
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Written by Edward Roads