Besides the tight rope cable around her neck, Allie wore nothing but faded black jeans, a thick cotton T-shirt, and scuffed work boots whose untied laces hung stiffly askew.
She pulled at the base of her cinereal shirt, tore a 5″ swath all the way around, and twisted up an effective tourniquet for her right arm, which was now completely numb.
(Written by Edward Roads)
Mytwosentences 
So glad to see you have returned. Like the post and photo too. Enjoy the weekend.
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Greetings Dr Mary!! I have a story in my head that I need to tell. Thank You, as always, for your kind words.
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Stories in our heads need to find voice and writing. Glad you are telling once again in your blog.
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mineral – took me all kinds of places when I looked it up – wonder which possibility you had in mind – or maybe all?!
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cinereal – damn this auto correct can make a girl crazy!
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I love the color evoked in the word cinereal. Thank You so much.
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